Monday, 29 April 2013

My birth place



 All over in farms
bloomed yellow mustered flowers
as gold flakes scattered in fields

Dew drops on the leaves
studded as silvery pearls
chilly and serene winter

Bathing in rivers
juicy delicious mangoes
the unforgettable taste

Smiling lush green trees
season’s fruit laden orchards
juicy sweet sweating summer

Water logged in fields
croaking sound of the toads
ocean came walking itself

Small water animals
loved watching fishes and frogs  
floating paper boats in ponds

Colorfull spring flowers
mainly roses and  marigold
bloomed broadly in the gardens

Welcomed waiving hands
under its wealthy shadow
in cool breeze the ‘Peepal’ tree
 
Tall bamboos with wind 
danced and filled sweetness in ears
resonating flute music

Yearned to live and die
in that Indian village's womb
but the fate took far from it 

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