There was a hamlet, at the far end of the world.
Beside the river of Ruby and the mountain of peace.
Where there are less worries and pain.
A hamlet which I have grown to love.
Which had become intrinsic with my soul.
There was a place, at the far end of the earth.
A place called “Loveland” where I sat to eat on the floor, licking my fingers clean and clear of mama’s special delicacy.
A place where there is much love just like water flowing from the rocks.
Cool water, clean water, and pure water.
A place where there is no competition and even when I stumble, I got a pat on the back to stand up and continue.
A place which I always look forward to whenever I am away from it.
A place so real like life.
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There was a hamlet, at the far end of the earth.
A place called home.
A place where I am satisfied though I eat a three square meal, a one square meal or none.
A place where I was conceived, a place of my birth.
The childhood memories… when I played the role of a mother, tying a stick tightly to my back and singing lullaby to keep it asleep.
Now, responsibility had stolen this memories and I wished I live those times again.
There was a hamlet, at the far end of the earth.
Where birds sings and chat excitedly…
And sheep troop in and out of their pen.
A place where goats stroll out in the morning to pasture and return at dusk to their enclave.
A place which had kept me on track, to be a better version of my self.
A place which will be proud of my achievements in no distant time.
It was a hamlet, which people hardly know, hear or talk about.
But it was a peaceful place, where people desire to be.
I am making plans, because I want to build a paradise out of this hamlet.
Where people will gather and watch in amazement.
Seven years later, my little daughter read aloud to me.
“There is a paradise at the far end of the earth, beside the river of ruby and mountain of peace, a place called home”.
I looked at her, smiling I said “A place called Loveland”.
