MY JOURNEY TO MY VILLAGE

I am eager to travel to my village in a train,

Flipping my memories of the city in the drain,

Disregarding all my stressful strain,

So I can bring back for the birds grain.

I desire to meet and kiss my grand mom,

And she would give me a warm welcome,

By taking me to her little home,

And I love to hear her sweet tales some.

She would prepare for me tasty dishes,

With some delicious curry of fishes,

We both would go near the green bushes,

And I sight the blue river through, rushes.

Then in the evening, there will be cousins' meet,

With outstanding noise of tapping feet,

And loud music of fantastic beat,

Also fight for occupying next to next seat.

And now it's time for peaceful nature's view,

On the trees are shining droplets of dew,

Which is for me something new,

I could also pluck the fruits in a number few.

At last we end up reaching home, walking,

Recalling the spent time in talking,

Then closing the door of the house, also locking,

And going to our room completely rocking.