“Come,
Come and join us.” I say with a smile.
“Where are we going? ” you ask.
“To a party.”
“Where is it? ”
“In your orchard.” I reply
“My orchard? ” you ask surprised.
“Yes. That’s why we have invited you.
Come along.”
You follow me.
“Come now, ” I say,
“Duck now, ” I say stooping.
There is a blue man sitting in your guava tree
He holds a guava
He smiles and lets it fly.
I have ducked.
You have not.
It hits you full in the face.
“Silly thing. I told you to duck.” I say mopping your face.
“Come along.”
You look around stunned
There is boisterous music,
Children’s laughter,
People dancing,
And a blue man in a tree throwing guavas.
“It’s a hullabaloo.” You whisper aghast.
“Hullabaloo.” I repeat,
“I like that.
Now come along.”
I bring you to the refreshment table
There is guava punch and guava cake,
Guava pie and guava stew,
Even sliced guavas too.
“My beautiful guavas wasted.” You sob.
“Oh, come now, they are not wasted.”
The blue man smiles.
“Duck now.” I say.
And you do.
“Come.
Let’s join in the hullabaloo.”
And we do.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's a brilliant poem and it skips along beautifully, what a great word Hullabaloo is.