Walking Around In My Village
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Anil Kumar Panda
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Upon the soft soil of
The village street I walk
Towards the field to get
A fresh shrift of cool
Air and its earthy scent
Before it becomes late
Along the melodious
Stream of my village I
Always take a long stroll
Looking at the clouds
And hearing the shouts of
Birds as they hop and roll
Up to the hill I go to
Watch the bed of colored
Flowers in the valley below
Feel the warmth and
Love getting soaked by
The early sun's golden glow
Bu şiiri puanla
Henüz puan verilmemiş