Path to my village,
A narrow curved road
There isn’t a milestone,
No direction board
Lush green rice fields,
Both sides of the road
Far in the fields,
Cows grazing in a herd
An ancient banyan tree,
Where the road has a bend
After a long walk,
The road has an end
I call it my home,
Where the road finally end
-RP
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