07.09.2021
It's my small village
These mountains, skies and the streamsThis chaitra (first month in Hindu calender), the rain and the moon-light
The sun rises by making a color-art
The evening brings the fragrance of various flowers
Sweetest among all, best among all
Just as my mother is
It's my small village
It's my small village
It's my small village
It's my small village
It's my small village
Here the nightangle plays flute with an addictive tune
Its fields with golden mustard is welcoming with her arms
Its soil is very sacred to me, as if it's an offering to Gods
It's my small village
It's my small village
These mountains, skies and the streams
This chaitra (first month in Hindu calender), the rain and the moon-light
The sun rises by making a color-art
The evening brings the fragrance of various flowers
Sweetest among all, best among all
It's my small village
It's my small village