Whispers of My Village Love

In the heart of a quiet village, where dawn kisses the dew,
I found my love beneath the banyan tree’s view.
Fields of green hum gentle songs of grace,
And your laughter blooms like sunlight on my face.

The river hums softly, its rhythm divine,
Carrying secrets between your heart and mine.
Bullock carts creak through the dusty lane,
As the scent of jasmine drifts like rain.

Your anklets ring — silver stars in day,
Guiding my soul where the sparrows play.
The temple bells echo our love’s pure call,
In this simple world, I’ve found it all.

Oh, village of dreams, wrapped in golden hue,
Each sunset paints a promise true.
The moon rises slow over fields of corn,
Whispering tales where new love is born.

Your sari flows like the river’s stream,
Binding me deep in an endless dream.
From harvest to monsoon, your smile remains,
Like soft spring showers on summer plains.

This village love — pure, tender, and free,
Lives in every rustling mango tree.
Through seasons’ turns and twilight’s art,
You are the poem written in my heart.

So let the city chase its fleeting fire,
I’ll stay where the hills and hearts inspire.
For in my village, where the skies are wide,
Love grows eternal — side by side.