village postmaster...

Like that 'postmaster' of Tagore
Wished to be posted in a village
And be flooded by folklore
Sung by intoxicated white bearded sage...
Specially in an afternoon after rain
Leaves trembling getting freshened
By water from heaven...

Wish to live in an earthen hut
Devoid of electric psychedelic smart...
Only with poetry will be bored
Only with pining for someone dear be lured...

Not sure whether there would be a kid
Like Ratan...learning alphabets with me...
But life such idyllic would in me grow
A village postmaster sure...

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