A Day In The Country

           

I live in Dhaka. I was born and brought up here. But my maternal uncle lives in the country. His house is in a village, far from the town. The village is on the other side of the

Buriganga. The' other day, I had been to that village for a day. I went over the river by boat. I got out of the boat and walked up the path. I reached the village at about 4 p.m.

There are many lovely birds in the village. The kingfisher, the moyana, the crow, the wood-pecker, the sparrow are the names of the birds. I know them. There are the birds also not known to me. The birds are looking very nice and when they sound on their mouth its very lovely. Its truly a nice adventures for me. When night be finished they sing song on their own sound. The hen are sound very loudly, and every man and women are wakes up. They start their work from early morning.

I saw some green fields. Cows graze there. Goats bleat and run in herds. Cow boys play in the field. What a quiet place! It is beautiful too. Weary travellers sit down under the cool shade of the tree forest. There are many fruit trees in the village. Of them, banana and mango attract me much. The mango tastes sweet. Lichis and coconuts are also available. All the trees are grow in a line, so its view to very nice and comfortable road its made by this village. The goats and hen or ducks are playing in the field. The goats eat trees leave and the hen are eat fields of the poker ducks are eat pond small fishes.

There are fish in the tank. I went to fishing once. I caught fishes of various kinds. They looked nice. The pond and rivers are very nice in that place, fishes are around the pond and there some of people works their catching fishes. The Fisherman are work all the day in that river when they find some of fish they come back home. And get out to sold them.

In the evening, the children and younger people play in the open field while their fathers, and grand fathers look on them with admiration. Then at the close of day they sit and talk and tell stories, and after a frugal diet retire early to bed and to a peaceful lumber. There in the country, one feels the fresh breeze and the fragrant flowers and the sweet tunes hover in the air. These children are students or some are not literate. They study on that primary school of this village. The teachers are on this village. Everywhere are made a very dreamy and sounds less place this make me very happy.
 
The village life is almost an ideal life for many. It calls the dreamy poet to write something. It serves the thoughtful mood of the philosopher. The nature is lovely there. The loveliness of nature is a poem in itself that one may read without tiring.