My village name, may be no one knows outside . . .
Not even I ever say it to anyone,
But I love my village,
I miss my motherland…
Only to survive & get money I have left my land,
But when I’ve enough money I’ll be definitely back. . .
My dream is to travel all over the world,
I’ve planned to spend some days of mine in many lands,
But my permanent address must be my homeland. . .
My village has no metro train, no multiplex,
Not having twenty four hours electricity,
But still my village is beautiful,
With lots of beautiful hearts…
I don’t perfectly know the history of my village,
I don’t know when our village temple was built,
But my village is always in my heart. . .
My dream is to live in my village,
Celebrate the festival with my neighbours,
And die one day in my land….