Melancholy of Meadows
The soft music of the shepherd, The bleating of a flock of sheep, Melodious songs of the young shepherdess, Green Meadows spread over acres, Chill breeze over the mountains, Rare scene indeed for today’s youth, Unheard is the songs of the farmers, Happy tunes to make mother earth greener, Pleasant melodies to reap as well as sow, In harmony with the little birds chirp on the trees, Sound of water from the nearby well attune to these songs, Rare sight of green mother earth, Mud and thatched huts with dunk floors, Clay walls, which would melt like a farmer’s heart, Earthen vessels to cook healthy food, Food with no artificial flavoring and coloring, Families sit together for a hearty meal, Rare spectacle indeed in modern world, Sparkling, azure blue, crystal clear river water, Flowing down the lane, with a musical note, Young village women singing tunes of beloved, Bathing and filling their mud pots with water, Laughter and merry all a