In Sumer's village, where life's a dance,
'Midst hills and streams, where dreams enhance,
The school stands tall shining bright,
Amidst the day and evening's light.
Beside the school, the MRF's beat,
Retreading tyres in rhythm's feat,
While Kala Bazar paints hues so fine,
In Sumer's tale, its colors shine.
And o'er the fields, the playground calls,
Where footballers chase and spirits sprawl,
With every kick, a dream takes flight,
In Sumer's tale, beneath the light.
At dawn's first blush, the joggers tread,
In morning's hush, their paths they spread,
A rhythm set by steps so sure,
In Sumer's tale, their hearts allure.
As day gives way to evening's glow,
Fast food aromas gently flow,
And joggers pause, and footballers rest,
In Sumer's tale, they find their nest.
And when the stars adorn the sky,
With pegs of wine, the spirits fly,
In Sumer's village, where life's a song,
Amidst the day, the night, so long.
~Krishna Acharya
BIO: Krishna Acharya is an aspiring writer/poet from Ri-Bhoi, Meghalaya. A post graduate in English Literature and currently employed as PGT ENGLISH at PMSHRI School, Jawahar Navodaya Vidyalaya, Gomati, Tripura. He is the founder and Chief Editor of the poetic blog The Bard and the Ballard.
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