Feel claustrophic coz I am not of this sort;
Lack of scope makes the place rot;
Feel sorry for the future gen., whose life will become a knot;
There are exceptions who make it big but the number is as small as a dot.
The charm is rustic, here people still sleep on a cot;
I can hear the birds' chirping and see the women carry water in a pot;
The nature pulls me towards the good and towards the bad; not.
The place sounds sweet but I bet you its not that easy to grow in this sort.
Regrets and qualms, I have not; to live in small towns is not an easy cakewalk.
Regrets and qualms, I have not; to live in small towns is not an easy cakewalk.
