Wishful Snoring

O beautiful and lovely village You are liked and adored in all ages As child you gave us all happiness In youth, the beautiful life ground to face How can we forget those tall trees? With thick bushes to hide and feel free The joy in roaming like birds Sky so wide and fields so open In each night I remember All my school mate and family members Those plays in street And cheerful smile with delight That small river with open bed Sands full and thorns thinly spread No worry for its sweet pinch We used to enjoy village by every inch Those small huts Not well built But of mud Hardly could we imagine High rise buildings appeal me less City life is always to chase The material life is now boring Nights are spent in wishful snoring