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
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