Saturday, 9 May 2015

A morning in an Indian village

A morning in an Indian village

Rising sun in the horizon
a fireball in space
like a bride of first night
blushing and gushing
blossoming sunflowers matching its pace.

Triangle of birds
wave after wave
chirping in symphony
flying in harmony
towards the crescent
a sleeping beauty in space
fading slowly with heavenly grace.

Tillers out in fields
sowing seeds
and hopes for millions
their women bending backs
cutting weeds
small babies crying in shacks
drawing attention to have their feed.

Village children in open space
waiting for initiation
to the world of education
listening to the teacher
with not so rapt attention

Milkmen competing to deliver
small vendors crying hoarse to sell
the sun shines bright on everyone
grandpa has many stories to tell.

Flowing stream creating music for soul
baying cows and rumbling of goat chimes
joining the chorus
beggars with begging bowl
street dogs have no mercy
so none thinks of village security.

Temple, Mosque, Gurudwara and a Church
inviting everyone with open arms
so many faiths
truthful and straight
mornings  in a village has its own charm.

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  1. Main Hoon Ali Nice painting of a lovely village.

    via fb on 09-05-2015

  2. Jeetesh Vaishya Beautiful poem

    via fb/PC


  3. Hari1941 Yesterday, 16:11
    It is the serene beauty of nature manifesting in the calm and unspoilt environment of the village life away from the noise and pollution of the cities that attracts all. The problem is we city bred cannot stand it for than a week or so.

    via verdurez

  4. VAS one hour ago
    My dearest poet TK,
    Wow,what a wonderful poem that is pulling me to my village life when i was a kid.
    As you rightly said one feel secured,loved and cared in Village.
    via verdurez
    Even now i love to live in a village where you can feel young age and mingle with all age.