A little far from the village and much far from the city,
A ghetto in which still houses have no electricity;
Full of beautiful fields, ponds, temples, all enchantingly glow,
Around every path one finds obstinacy of buffalo;
Cows, bulls, calves, sheep, goats, pigs, and poultry occupy each free space;
Demand their space if I want to reach my place with godly grace…

(Bite-Size Poem)