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,






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