"The Call of the Village"
Village whispers, memories sweet,
City's chaos, heart's retreat.
Fields of gold, childhood's play,
Urban rush, dreams in fray.
Village breeze, soul's reprieve,
City's grip, can't deceive.
Neighbor's love, like kin's embrace,
Village's pull, a timeless grace.
In city's maze, longing's sigh,
Village's call, like a lullaby.
Nature's hymn, in fields I'll soar,
Village's embrace, forevermore.
Village paths, where dreams ignite,
City's glare, dims their light.
Rustling leaves, a gentle hum,
City's roar, a deafening drum.
Village nights, stars alight,
City's skyline, blocks the sight.
Simple joys, in village's fold,
City's grip, a story untold.
Village laughter, echoes pure,
City's rush, dreams obscure.
In village's heart, I find my song,
City's pull, it won't be long.
©Santosh Jangam
#poem The poem's moral underscores the enduring value of rural simplicity and the importance of staying connected to one's roots amidst the allure of city life.
