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| Homeward |
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Not in the brick and mortar,
Nor a great place to write home about,
But my place is where I planted
My heart & soul, that is in the people
I loved most and could never forget,
Kept my memories, added my soul
Where I felt secure-- and just belonged to,
And where I long to go,
To rule the roost maybe,
And guess be happy and contented,
Either in want or in plenty,
Where I will always be ready
To die a death whatever way He planned,
And mind you my home needn't be
Any quieter place, yet it shall be the place
From where I may be going into eternity.
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| April 8, 2008 |
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| Back to the grassroots |
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As a villager--Past
I was down to earth
Being a farmer by my calling,
Often called a spade a spade,
Slogged in fields yet loved trading
Tidbits with folks where we knew
Only changes in seasons not the valentine trends;
Proudly knew the ruler's pulse like our chicks,
Eat with our hands the fruits we grow with love,
Accept no conceit and polish to spare none.
As a townsman--Present
I find in the great cities
The townsmen look at other men
With distrust and other women with lust;
Keep children at a distance,
For they count just the money always,
Not the blessings our good Lord gave.
As the neutral man –Future
The irony lies when the country idiot
Always lurks at the back of city man's head
For the latter knew not the great upheavals,
Those are fast returning to the grassroots,
From where it all began in the good old past;
Let the present knowledge divide disappear
In the explosions of communications--
Naturally to the nemesis
Of legendary urban rural divide. |
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http://seshuchamarty.home.services.spaces.live.com, Hyderabad |
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| February 18, 2008 |
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