Contrary

Far from the city, there is a village,

Where people don't erect walls between houses,

People wake up along with the sweet song of birds,

Which carries melody and euphony like the message from Lord,

Far from the city, there is a village,

A divine place where nature rests.

Far from the desert, there is a forest,

An undulating place where nature breathes,

An ideal place to appreciate mother nature,

Where a poet wants to cover every inch of it in a paper,

Far from the desert, there is a forest,

A pristine art of nature; flawless.

Far from the glacier, there is a river,

Every time new yet always there,

Hides dark might in its hush flow,

Advancing steadily without any fixed place to go,

Far from the glacier, there is a river,

Takes different forms as it wanders.

Far from the turbulence, there is solitude,

Where no other voice is louder than that of you,

A peerless time to search for self,

In this journey, there is none you can seek for help,

Far from the turbulence, there is solitude,

Looking inside the soul in a pensive mood.