Wishes of a City-dweller

I live in a city -
Where the cars ply
On the streets so dry,
And honk aloud
At the passing crowd.

I live in a city -
Where the buildings rise
To kiss the skies,
Like a jungle of apartments
Hiding the blues of the vast firmament

I live in a city -
It’s like a dirty prison;
Breathing is not easy-
‘Cause if you breathe,
You’ll inhale poison.

Oh! To live in a village -
Where the cart ox-drawn
Moves out at dawn
Squeaking in a gentle mirth
Down the trodden village path.

Oh! To live in a village -
Where the houses though small,
Provide for them all,
And the sky’s so blue
You’ll marvel at its hue.

Oh! To live in a village -
Where freedom is so pretty!
Far away from the city
And one can dare
To breathe in fresh air.

I want not wealth, O Lord!
Jus’ grant me my dream -
A dream that I cherish -
Funny though it may seem.
Show me the road that leads to the village
Where Nature creates her wonders,
And let me be a humble villager-
I want to bask in its splendour.