Our village has the history of many sorts It cared and vied for the comforts of the village And strived hard to place us on the top In every aspect concerning our welfare.
Our village always had mixed fortunes One way exhilarating in delight And exulting in the other way under despair Widening the wings and abridging them at times
Never it advocated strife and waged any war It always craved for peace and prosperity It never flied so high or sunk deeper in the mid sea It for ever tried to balance our odds and evens
When there was no rain drop to wet the green fields It shed tears all the time and was shocked by the obstacles It raised always to our expectations and enlivened to the circumstances It never tried to cross our bearable boundaries
We owed a lot to its wisdom And heavily indebted to its kindness Our village is our eyes, ears and heart It is our mind, body and soul...
