Rhyme

Our village

In our small village there are small houses,

There is hardly anyone after that.

All the boys in the neighborhood are brothers,

We play together and go to school.

Our small village is equal to the mother,

He saved lives with light and air.

Field filled paddy with its water filled tank,

The moon's rays flickered.

Mango tree, blackberry tree, bamboo tree,

They are related together.

In the morning the golden sun rises in the east,

The birds call and the flowers bloom.