Muddy land that borders by the sky
Flood that lulls and some frame those trenches
Arable land that buds new life
A long view that stretches to thee
When rain that pert sieves and swamps
Slink to roots and veil somewhere
Ponds that seize and crimp beside
To nurture and withhold its trial
Then bud that be the slam that hauls
Cherishes to the sparkling life ahead
Greenery that pelts and wake by time
It’s the shriek of liveliness
Some gold that grows and tilts to side
Nature that hosts the warmth inside
Long way that passes by small flies
It’s rejuvenated everywhere
Later it’s the time of harvest and joy
Time that shed, and arid to hay
In a long view it’s desiccated and infertile
A long way to a fertile life……………..
©2014 SALINI.S.NAIR. All rights reserved.
The green paddy fields stretching endless is a beautiful and refreshing sight... but unfortunately paddy fieds are filled and high rise buildings are erected in place of paddy cultivation... A nice write!
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I would like to translate this poem
Harvest of money has replaced the innocent realms of harvest of grains as the modern farmer is blunt in his attitude to nature and its bounties that are in extinction. A fine write indeed Salini, you have fertile imagination and that will result in many more poems being penned down by you. Please, see the inbox message I have sent. ALL THE BEST.