Lived In A Village Poem by HARVENDRA SINGH

In my childhood I lived in a village.
Where, most of the villagers were illiterate.

My simple mother was illiterate too.
But whenever I misused any drinkable water,
She said that God will take the account
For each drop of wasted water.

My father was poorly read too.
But whenever it rained first in the rainy season,
He planted many kinds of plants.
He planted pakar, neem, jamun and aam.

My neighbours were less worldly too.
But whenever they celebrated any ceremony,
They sat their kith and kin in a queue
And feast them in the pots made of clay.

Now I live in an educated society.
Most of my neighbours are well educated.

My neighbour, Mr. Sharma, is also well educated.
But whenever his car needs washing,
He switches his submersible on
And washes his car at least for half an hour.

I find myself well educated too.
But when it falls the World Environment Day,
I plant and share many kinds of plants,
In social media applications, but not in soil.

Mr. Verma, my friend, is well educated too.
But when it comes the chance of celebration,
He serves delicious meals to his friends too,
In pots made of synthetic fibers, but not in clay-pots.

(I am confused and unable to make out.)

Whether the villagers were illiterate or we are,
Whether we are educated or the villagers were.
Were their deeds eco-friendly or are ours?
Are our deeds life-saving or were theirs?