that cottage, my home....

That cottage, my home....

When I see that cottage near the fields,
I feel they are calling me near,
I start walking towards them with no fear,
Because in this intense sun they are the shields,

The shadow is getting larger every moment,
They are in a hurry to reach before me,
But I have to decide the path as shadow can’t see,
Many have walked these lanes as they have the dent,

The paddy fields are welcoming me home,
Their swaying is more like a dance of dreams,
The crops coming together is like cherry in the cream,
The cottage is shining bright on top with the dome,

I can hear the distant chirping of the birds higher,
Loud sound of the cows in the mountains,
Sheep trying to lock horns with that fence,
As I approach home riding on the shire,


Sometimes it’s nice to be at home with the calmness,
Back in your own backyard with the serenity,
Cottage showering all it’s care without a pity,
And even the thorns behaving harmless…………..

-Amrit Sagar-