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Chapter 1 :

A Village Evening

That bullock cart full of hay,
Comes running beneath the setting sun's ray.
There that tractor digs the paddy fields,
Near the courtyard of his hut, the farmer is busy counting his yield.

Few maidens with the bundle of forest wood on their head,
Are chasing their way home before the 'Karta' & Kids go to bed.
I can see the candles, lanterns lighting up,
It's time for the evening prayers,
Before the elderly pick up the tea cup.

The sound of the Counch shell comes from the houses,
The fragrance of incense sticks covers all terraces.
As the Women folk pray the 'Tulsi' at the house courtyard, 
Vedic slokas are played at the temple near the village dockyard.

Few street lights are glittering,
Milky glow from the big solar panels are also flowing.
In midst of all that available light,
The Kids are struggling with their books to make their future bright.

It's dark now, time for the village folks to rest,
For very early at dawn they are out of their nest.
As these Hardworking Tribes Sweat from Dawn To Dusk to deliver their best,
And enjoy every evening with whatever little they have;
With Satisfaction, Dignity & Honour; Making all these time as joyful as some glorious fest !!!