Some years back, I wrote a short story book based on my childhood experience and observation of my village. I submitted to publisher and still waiting for its turn. In short it sounds as follows:
My Village
A dense timber the huge farmland Remained a vision Wild animals roared like a thunderstorm The cottages lined up free Like a civilized Army In the thatched roofs, smoke stood up Like pillars Barbaric flowers cherished all around Roosters announced the time Where there was no clock Boys and girls pitched each other a lemon As a sign of love Nature offered them the best Far away from doing wrong Neighbors gathered for a cup of coffee Mom prepared to deliver herself At a village where there is no doctor That is what I call home, My Village
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