A Village Far Away

Come to see my village Where time is caught in a warp Though it’s not on history’s page Nor would you find it on a map. It lies so far from a city Can be reached by a long walk There’s no road no electricity Still we don’t rue our luck. It’s enough we grow our own food Toil and till under the sky Then in the evening come home to brood In the glow of the dancing firefly. Here we have no clutter and din The dazzles of thousand lights In the dim flicker of burning kerosene We weave our dreams for the nights. Our children are happy to play and sing Pick mangoes from under the tree Frolicking angels flying on wing They are as free they can be. We are content with what we get From our daily struggle and strife We don’t complain about our fate But love our ways of life.