Indian Villages Of Glow Worms And Small Daughters Also Named Glow Worms, Lousy, Clumsy And Poor, But Lovely Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Indian Villages Of Glow Worms And Small Daughters Also Named Glow Worms, Lousy, Clumsy And Poor, But Lovely



Indian villages, hamlets and thorps
Of loneliness,
Ay, loneliness playing with the winds
In the sunny landscapes
Away from human haunt
And the night time without the lamp or the light
Bewitching,
Everything into the hands of the Snake-god,
Kill you or keep you.

The nights, dark and lonely, usually of the glow worms
With the glimmering light,
Lighting the pathways anonymously
And the cobras dancing all of a sudden
If came across accidentally,
The ghosts telling the spooky tales
In the adjacent river burning ghats
And the orchards.

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