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Verse-Space -When will you call me? (a short poem)

Ageless Village, when will you call me? when I am aged? Lucky are those who have been raised  with verdant swaying fields as companions and gushing clear waters of streams and rivers as partners. To feel Mother Earth and  to smell her petrichor and to taste her heritage fruits and to hear the cow bells tinkle and  to see her splendorous sunrise and sunset. To experience freedom and transcendence forever  to know such freedom when will you call me? Ageless Village, When?