My sweet village

My sweet village

I remember my small village

And sweet days of the village

Surrounded by sweet orange

Was so many courage

I remember my small friends

And sweet days of the legend

Still they are the my pride

And give me always guide

I remember to go a riverside

And see the flemming ride

Standing jawar, something hide

To hear sound to be cried

I remember by tourching a poor people

But they are really the avenger

Living simply, like fighty soldier

They are smily after tear

B. Anil