I,stand here, barely moving.
Body at rest ,in a peaceful phase.
Looking at the hills & meadows , silently watching.
For the birds singing ,their young ones hatching.
Just like , his mother , the day he was born.
In the very village, a place filled with corn.
He hated the sight of that place , unlikely.
To ever go there,it was deserted and remote.
Though , he gazed at this place.
The place which magically appreared.
In a blink of an eyes, my motion fatigue.
I, later,realised that I can see the butterflies sail.
The birds,the songs of the nightingale.
But, why? Why I do not feel at peace?
Why is there no comfort ,like his homelands breeze?
Discovered , I did, as I looked aside.
Came to my senses , I was in my abode.
Didn't know I was staring at my HD screen.
Life like quality , but it's not like what I've seen.
HD maybe good , but my village was better.
Sounds maybe dolby , but the voices aren't clear.
Praising the technology ,which took me to heights.
But, it isn't enough for those unfulfilling bites.
With great pain , I wake up up-right.
The same way you try to study at up all night.
The sun stands above me.
A hot day, apparently the hottest one so far.
I looked at my Tv, remembering the moment before.
Promised myself to wander places near the sea shore.
To fall,to experience the pain , I never felt,the pain.
I just want to fall , rise up and descend again.
But, stopped was one thing I refused to do so.
When the time struck , I left my home.
Entered a new place ,but the earlier event still remains.
Fresh in my mind.I hoped to see the same sight now.
But ,daunting , it seems the view of the vegetation there.
I can't imagine the place so sick.
The grass weren't green , it was grey.
The trees weren't trees , it was hay.
The sky was red , so was the sun.
I imagined myself for the mistake I have done.
Was I too late? Was I in the wrong place?
I felt , I wish I had back my good old days.
When the apples were red,the grass was green.
The cows were well fed , the place was clean.
Village , I remember, calling they are now.
Village was it, that I miss right now.
This city is what I never expected it to be.
The malls,the roads were spectacular.
The houses were not sqaure , almost rectangular.
My village had houses that were round.
Only trees and forest that it surrond.
I miss it now.I miss it right now.
I miss my village's motherly love.
