My Village Versifies Me Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

If not my village, then which land breathes in my poetry?
If not my village, then which arena empowers my art?
If not my village, then which realm rhythms through the valley of my heart?
My village paints me beautifully
Not forgetting any ink, it strengthens my aura
Its embrace haunts me when I'm afar
Its each single side is all awake in my memory
The slight moans, and the slow music
The beauty simply never goes barren
With different notions, it appeals to me daily
Wherever I stay, wherever I wander
Its lakes, its dunes; its greenery and its desertedness intoxicate me everywhere
Its spell repeats to me in wavy flow
I am rustically renewed each time
Its sand becomes dress to my existence
Spotted in ecstatic stillness,
And submitted to that peaceful village view
I find something singing to my life
Profundity deeply penetrates me;
Eternalized is an another era of Indus's art.