The maids of the village walk gracefully by
With a pot on the head, and another on the thigh
They sing, as they walk, a lilting, melodious song
Whilst from a nearby church, loudly sounds the gong..
At home, mother sits and calmly grinds the grain
Without showing the least sign of fatigue or of strain
Whilst in the field, her husband cuts the hay
And nearby, her children, with whoops of delight, play.
Nearby, in a pond, the swans glide along
Heedless of the gong that goes ding-dong
Whilst the cow in its shed, peacefully chews the cud
And watches the buffalo wallowing in the mud
On the banks of a tank, some women sit on a stone
And wash their clothes, new as well as torn
A bird flaps by, and an owl hoots
The breeze blows gently, swaying the trees and the shoots.
Under a tree, a boy plays on a reed
His beloved listens, whilst the peasant, buffaloes home leads
Some children are out in the field, flying their small kites
To really astonishing and unimaginable heights.
Some antlered deer stealthily accompany the maids on their way home
Whilst some hunters with their bows in the jungles roam
The cat sits by the hearth, licking its whole body
Whilst Grandpa sits on a chair, and sips his glass of toddy
This is a picture of rural Indian life
It is a mixture of more happiness and less strife
These are the villages where the lush green fields are found
These are the villages, where misery, in drink, is not drowned.
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Subsistence living, sounds great.
thanks.. this was then.. now mechanisation has spread in the rural areas too
Sounds like you\'re a few years behind but if I am not mistaken, the corporate takeover will come one day.
But I hope not x.
corporate takeover is not just on its way, but unfortunately has taken over quite a few villages, who are now proud of being modern.
what used to be the 'good old days' have either vanished, or slowly on their way out
Isaiah 3:14
ah simple life without technology .perfect discription!
yes, but the world has not passed it by - times have changed and the rural areas are now modernized too
The imagery is such that I feel that I am there. Peaceful and beautiful. I have washed my cloths on a board in a hollow log and identify with a rustic life. I identify with the gong from the church having heard the church bell from a distant small country church. Happiness and less strife for sure. So nicely written it brings happiness to the soul.
Thank you. One item on my bucket list was a small bungalow in the countryside. Now that we have shifted to a high rise tower in a bustling city like Mumbai I think it will remain a pipe dream , though am happy where life has brought me
Great work.
Thank you 🙏🏻
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