Autumn In Village. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

In Kerala there we boasted autumn
When the harvesting period in its peak
The black smith's workshops were busy
The women awoke in early hours
To be ready to the paddy field to harvest
To reap in time and get their shares
The village kitchens were busy always
The bullocks stood in early hours
They enjoyed the masters beautiful voice
All are in busy, the harvesting period
Alas all are lost in modern days
Paddy fields are barren, but with grass
Marshy lands they looks crying itself
And telling the humans the curse is yours.