Cool stream sparkling lazing along
Clear blue sky wispy fluffy white clouds
Green lush trees leaves , wild flowers
Isn't it more inviting than the city's crowds ?
Smoke belching noisy vehicles sputtering poison
Sky grey with smog in the humid summer
Is the lure of mone so attractive
We endure the prison without a murmur ?
Morning dew sparkling on blades of grass
Thatched hay roofs awash with the glowing sun
Chirping, singing, nameless birds
Isn't it better than the city's fun ?
Tinkling of brass bells on cows necks
Fresh fruit,milk,vegetables , some rice...
A bare cot to sleep sharp at nine
Isn't it better than the city's vice ?
© Bishwanath Mukherjee