village life
The village life
Yellow road with side drains on the road
When it rains the muddy water flow
When it is hot the dust flying into homes
The entrance lies the tall fat trees
In the day with the sun rays bloom
There is nothing evil in the eyes
It is as natural as the light flowing
Life is simple in the village
The villagers cycle in and out
The modern vehicles the motorbikes
Revving in the day and at night
The elder walks to his farm
Under the strong sun beam
The morning wishes him well
The farm of his earning capacity
The river still flows remembering none
The history of the bones burying deep in the water
The farmer only wishes he doesn't live to see it again
As he ploughs his hoe into the soft farming ground
The young children going to schools
Some by parents on bicycles or by buses
Some wave to the farmer as they walk by
As the parents quickly ushering them along
The village stays calm in the afternoon sun
The shadows of light playing amongst trees
The farmer takes a break and sits under the big tree
Taking his water container he sips his drink
What story to tell for his young audience?
He lives alone remembering his own kid stories
Now he is sharing with his neighbours' kids
Of the unnatural evil capturing souls at night
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