Poem - Village my own

This is the place,
that I know.
Green, leafy in the lap of hillock,
with love I could go.
The time reminds me every second,
my `dawn´ life was grown.
serene, with the sound of birds,
Lamtari, village my own.
I went there last week,
all known birds were welcoming.
Even the trees were asking,
Nowadays, Where are you going ?
-Anish Sharma Gaire, Wami Gulmi.