Two World,One Land

When you find greenery everywhere,

Ecocide exists in the midst.

The air, the water, the sound is all soothing,

Makes me think of the city.

When the village puts its lights off,

The city grooves itself in chaos.

When the village has a hillside view,

The city finds itself suffocating with flu.

The superstition exists here more than in the city,

Difficult to get it off in the vicinity.

Orthodoxy prevails here,

But modern approaches take a step ahead.

The people are the same here,

The contrast is huge.

But one thing similar to both

Is the land that they own