Humans are as peaceful as the soil,

Poem
My green village
Noor Mohammad
Paddy husk paddy leaves,
Mujheyara rhymes on the side
Desperate teenager goes to the bills to buy saloons,
With the sweet smile in her hope, if she gets confused.
From the cows to the golden rays,
In the meantime, only the flick of calm bark flips.
In the afternoon of the fall, the Himalaya flank north,
When I saw ankhali match then standing in a dusty grass.
The rows of different trees in two ways,
Some people kept going on the way.
Small rooms in the village look good,
The light of the moon entered into the fence with a fence.
Humans are as peaceful as the soil,
Nobody thinks pride or an owl.
I'm proud of my green village,
My birth here is to die here.