That little paradise in a small vale,
Where a joint family flowers,
Brightest buds open for the elders pale,
Where green sloppy pastures
Hold upper rocky chin firmly,
And big neighbouring trees give lease;–
Terrace only for the family,
Whiles they from theirs sloppily appease.
Paradise where a small brooklet
Sneaks childishly from the parent’s flow,
And sky’s paradise all set
To do anything for the terrestrial child’s glow.
Dear, let only thou accompany me there,
Disturb as thou not the heavenly air.
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