Where must we go...
We who wander this wasteland in search for our better selves?

A city-life has gone to dogs these days,
With problems of water, shelter and food;

But still, men throng the cities all the time,
The mind and soul not longer sublime;

Man struggles much to combat daily strife.
Just to live a discontented, worthless life?

A village-life seems far better to all;
when love and courtesy is maintained tall.

Tho’ time ticks slowly, health is at its peak;
A simple livelihood, is what most farmers eke...

So, why can’t men be level-headed then,
And live ’midst Nature’s plants, beasts, birds like wren?