I wish I were young to go back
To the country side, slack off under the shady jack
Row along with the leaves in a cool breeze
Then to plunge in a pool of deep silence
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rural areas are beautiful, the fields, the rivers, the grasslands, the winds.but we are always stuck in concrete forests breathing dust and smoke.
a meaningful poem..I like it and has taken me to my village....
there is poetry in those nostalgic lines...