Jamuaon: My Village

Jamuaon: My Village

Jamuaon wakes from winter's hold
A spring's soft story to unfold.
Soft glows of dawn banishing night
Red simal flowers burst in sight.

The koel calls, a vibrant sound
Mustard blooms on fertile ground.
The village pond reflects the bloom
Chirping birds dispel the gloom.

The scent of mango in the air
A farmer's hope beyond compare.
Children laugh with kites so high
Beneath a bright and azure sky.

Palash flames ignite, a fiery red
Where sleepy streams have long since fled.
Mud walls gleam in sun's warm grace,
A smile returns to every face.

- Hareshwar Roy
25/07/25

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