Love And Ruin In The Village

 

Love And Ruin In The Village

By

Arman Rashid

 

Ten years ago, love bloomed in the dawn, 

As I woke to the birds, their melody drawn. 

Farmers would journey, their fields to embrace. 

Life pulsed in the village, a radiant grace.

 

Beneath the grand tree, they'd rest in the shade, 

Their laughter and dreams in the warmth heat laid. 

Children at play as the sun kissed the land, 

Fields of gold swaying, a harvest so grand.

 

In harvest festival's embrace, joy would unfold, 

Farmers faces aglow, their stories retold. 

Through toil and through pain, they carved their delight, 

A heavenly joy in the soft moonlight.

 

Winter would whisper, its crisp, gentle plea, 

While villagers waited for sunlight to see. 

The land was a canvas, a life so profound, 

With farmlands and playgrounds, love all around.

 

But today, my heart aches, for the village has changed, 

The fields and the laughter are now rearranged. 

Where houses now rise, the trees disappear. 

The soul of the village fades year by year.

 

No longer do smiles light the paths that I tread, 

The joy of the farmers has quietly fled.

For as nature retreats, so too does the heart, 

And affection that once flourished is torn apart.

 

Oh, village of mine, my first love, my muse, 

How cruelly we've scarred you, how much we abuse. 

May we one day awaken and nurture your face, 

To reawakening the spirit, to honor your grace.

 

Summary:  The poet remembers a time when the village was full

 Of love, life, and happiness. Farmers, children, and nature lived

together in simple joy. Now, the village has changed with new

buildings replacing fields and trees. The laughter and spirit of the

village have faded away. The poet hopes people will realize this

loss and work to bring back the village’s beauty.