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Bullock carts moving forward With the music of jingling bells Women walking like a peahen Balancing mud pots of water On their head with a band Women churning butter from Milk with the churning rod Men with their spades to fields Ready for the ploughing Boys,with their tool, catapult Aiming at the juicy mangoes Little girls running with laughter To the call of a bangle-seller Old men sitting in the verandah Memorising their days of youth Fruit selling woman calling out loud Bananas,Apples,Mangoes Smoke from the chimneys Like an engine of a train Red chillies, turmeric and coriander Spread on sheets in the sunlight Goats and calves crying out in Search of their pet homes Village full of greenery with Gulmohars, Banyan and Neem Busy with their daily duties Happy with no disappointments The villagers of olden days !
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Jun 19, 2016
Jun 19, 2016 at 9:56 AM UTC
Olden Days
Bullock carts moving forward With the music of jingling bells Women walking like a peahen Balancing mud pots of water On their head with a band Women churning butter from Milk with the churning rod Men with their spades to fields Ready for the ploughing Boys,with their tool, catapult Aiming at the juicy mangoes Little girls running with laughter To the call of a bangle-seller Old men sitting in the verandah Memorising their days of youth Fruit selling woman calling out loud Bananas,Apples,Mangoes Smoke from the chimneys Like an engine of a train Red chillies, turmeric and coriander Spread on sheets in the sunlight Goats and calves crying out in Search of their pet homes Village full of greenery with Gulmohars, Banyan and Neem Busy with their daily duties Happy with no disappointments The villagers of olden days !
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Jun 19, 2016
Jun 19, 2016 at 9:56 AM UTC
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