Lekhny Story -27-Apr-2024

In the heart of India's embrace, Lies a village, tranquil and chaste. Where dawn unfolds in hues divine, And fields of gold in sun do shine.

Amidst the trees, the cattle roam, Their gentle bells, a rustic poem. Women clad in vibrant sarees sway, As they carry water from the well each day.

The rhythm of life, slow and serene, Echoes through the village, unseen. Children laugh and play in the dust, Their innocence, a treasure robust.

Beneath the neem tree's cooling shade, Elders gather, stories relayed. Of battles fought and wisdom gained, Their legacy in each word sustained.

Through seasons' dance, the village thrives, With harvest feasts and sacred rites. Life's circle spins, a timeless weave, In an Indian village, where spirits believe.