God Of Small Things Poem by DEEPAK KUMAR PATTANAYAK

At sundown
There still lives a day
Shining with its splendor wherein
Love, dusk and dawn interplay
And dawn is seen
Crawling steadily to dusk to be blended in a fair way
So as to be the brightest star for them and before stars one by one
Come alive in their stately home sky
They could see each other's countenance beaming like sun
In ensuing nightfall where lice are falling like fishes on her palm leisurely
As if cascading from a stream of dark and silky hair of a maiden
With her magic stroke upon her crown of hair unkempt and left untidy
Left disheveled for days together even
But she looks curious and happy
While counting them as falling as more than ten
And mother is no less happy
While seeing happiness in the glowing eyes of her daughter of seven cute
as if our own
Then she comes out from her shattered house, in day
Open to the sun and rain
And to stars and the moon and dew in night for as far as my eye
Could scan I behold only flattened and shredded ruin
Of the house the thatched roof of which is somewhere in the sky
To see if her dearest souls have returned home in their barn
Where cows, goats, sheep live together bellowing, mellowing and bleating
low and high
And unto nest follow the fleet of rooster, chicken and hen
With cluck, squawk and chirp and crow upon she calls and casts her eyes in kindlier way
The sounds of which at once recall her like their mother to see them home safe and halcyon
And then under her love's sunshine they slumber in peace and harmony
Till the daybreak when they are again seen
Ready going to the hill and vale that bloom with mullein and thistle in plenty
Where they graze and feed themselves till sundown
Then she goes silent for a moment pensively
And waits for her man
To turn up after a day's toil away in fields of a country
Then she brings out a cot upon
The verandah to welcome him decorously
While he comes at the stroke of seven
With a pick and shovel in hands and from fields and valley
Basket- full of vegetables fresh on head he carries like a love's mountain
For they are his only phenomenon he dreams in infinitely
And for immortality lives in
Drunk as usual en route weariness to allay
Home, he is seen lying down like a leaf blown away on in autumn
While she rejuvenates him with the balm of love and some pleasure shy
And night spreads her wings to entice them and it is almost midnight by ten
Above stars twinkle and the moon looks on and then they shy away
Seeing their celestial sphere where love is like a heaven
for what is left in them save that boon to carry joy in a farm hand's eye
They know why and know not when
They come closer and flesh meets flesh divinely
And soul meets soul and night meets dawn
To see a day lovely
Rising in the horizons of her eyes, nest, fields and barn