The City Boy

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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.

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