My
li'l village was in no way lesser,
was
out and out, a hefty Big-Bazar
lived
one barber, one cobbler and,
a
blacksmith to take proper care
Held
in a cluster of neat abodes,
and
many open-hearted persons
can
have a meal in any of those,
be
it any damn day or odd season
Surplus
food was readily available,
for
d' surprising guests/ strangers
no
single sole suffers from hunger,
the prime policy of our big-bazaar
Vegetables
plucked from d' field,
d'
stew made, fully fresh, and fit
sahi-paneer
appears lusterless,
it's
relished with utmost delight
two
minutes noodle, of no charm,
if
swiftly cooked porridge, served
do
pour cold drinks into d' drain,
if
got dab water/fresh lassi-sorbet
D'
green neem-sticks toothbrush,
or
d' mulberry bush herbal stem
flawless
for d' teeth to sparkling,
no
brush-paste Co.'s dirty game
The
average youth of my village,
adept
in beating d' earthen pots
create
crazy musical ambiance,
can
outdo big-bazar music slots
Smear
Multani mud on the body
and
dived into the village pond
enjoy
d' alluring site, better than
d'
stunts from d' diving platforms
Cozy
sauna bath, scented soaps,
feels
insignificant in comparison
often
bath in d' river with friends
catch
live fish, bring them home
Enjoyed
d' kabbadi competitions,
no
addiction to d' cricket matches
rules
framed by d' village elders,
felt
happy in d' friend's presence
Granny's
stories, thrilling, exciting,
not
the mobiles, tv, newspapers
brotherhood
was always intense,
love
d' persons living in next door
It
might look like a tiny settlement,
yet
a perfect place to live, happier
a
place of peace, love, solidarity,
no
less than a complete Big Bazar
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