In my village, a scent so true,
Rustic, dusty, under skies so blue.
Heat and rain, mud’s embrace,
Jaggery’s sweetness in winter’s grace.
Pedaling to school, a joyful sound,
Ramlila’s talk, Dussehra all around.
Diwali’s firecrackers, a festive delight,
City life with colors so bright.
NDA’s discipline, sergeant’s attire,
Sweat and toil, a burning fire.
Roasted chicken, English cuisine,
Horses’ company, a life pristine.
In the Army, places diverse,
Deserts, jungles, chilly converse.
Smoke from rifles, cookhouse stew,
Trench latrines, a soldier’s view.
Retirement settles in, society’s blend,
Daily gossip, prayers ascend.
Marriage feasts, flavors unite,
Kids abroad, a distant flight.
Machines hum, parks so green,
Western foods, a modern cuisine.
Whiskies, wines in glasses gleam,
Air travel’s roar, a jet engine’s stream.
In my old age, kitchen’s scent,
Hardworking maids, their time well-spent.
Life’s journey, a fragrant ride,
May it end with firewood’s pride.
Guchi.
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