Lucy, My Love, My Child Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Lucy, my child,
A girl so simple, so sweet,
Living her life,
Passing by the time,
A shepherd girl,
A nature girl
Learning from it
And nature too educating her.

But a girl all alone
On the path of life and the world,
Going her ways
All alone
And the paths winding,
Taking turns and curves,
Full of the mystery of the forest,
Full of the surrounding.

Lucy, Lucy,
Exclaimed I,
Go not, go not,
The hills steep and craggy,
Lurking over and leaning
Dangerously
And I fear
The nature child may fall.

I fear the jackals and foxes
Howl they in the forest
And lonely tracts
Where the landscapes
Solitary and secluded
And the pathways manless,
Away from human haunt,
I fear, fear
She going all alone,
Taking to her ways.

I too had a wish to educate her
With the little
That I knew,
Comprehended I
The mysteries of life and the world,
Btu on marking her a child
In the lap of nature,
I could not take the charge
Of her education.

Lucy, Lucy my love,
I saw her going
All alone,
Trekking the ways,
Going up the steep hills,
Playing on
With the lambs,
The sun and shade,
Hills shining blue
And the dawn breaking from.

In sun and shower I saw her alone,
In sun and shower
Stood she alone
Shading under the hamlet home,
Under the shade of the tree,
The rock,
A nature child
So lovely and simple.

In a simple frock I saw her,
Saw her going,
Going with,
Sitting atop the hill,
By the stream
Hearing by the murmur,
The brook babbling by
All alone
With the lambs.

The palash blossoms in clusters
Hanging by the leafless trees
And the blackly cuckoos cooing from sweetly
From the bunches of,
Clusters of
Reddish-reddish palash blooms
Hanging by ornately
And scattering over
The forest pathways.

Near the tree sat she,
Heard she the melody
Breaking
From the sweet notes of the blackly cuckoos
And it resounding,
Giving an ear to,
Hearing it with rapt attention,
Delighting in.

Lucy sitting in
Between the hills,
Clustered and chained
By the side
Of the brook
With the rocks and boulders
And knee deep water
Flowing and falling over
The pebbles
And flowing by.

She playing with,
Passing the time,
Looking after the lambs,
Plucking the grassy blooms
And wild blossoms,
Putting into the hairs
And offering to the Divine
And playing with the dust
Under the shade of a tree.

Lucy, my child,
My love,
A nature child,
Never seen,
Never so wild
In joy and delight
Seen before,
Playing and passing by,
Singing the songs of nature
Unmindfully.

With the name of God,
She crossing over the hills and dales,
The brook and the forest ways,
Taking the herd to,
A nature child
She so unmindful
Of the furies of
Nature,
The wrath and vengeance,
The bestiality and brutality
Of the wild.

Through the eyes of hers,
A nature child
So simple of heart and mind,
Dream and vision.
Tried I to see the world,
Feel the pulse of life,
But of no use,
Oh, the purity, purity of thinking
Felt I short of,
A world deprived of,
Lapsing into deceit and conceit!

Lucy, Lucy, my love, my child,
Cried I,
Though defiled stood I,
A man in distress,
Feeling a vacuum
Within,
In our craze for materialistic values,
Distressed and disgusted with,
Unable to carry it forward
That Lucy gave to.

The songs that you sang,
Which the world could not feel,
Revolving round
The purity of heart,
Human innocence and ignorance,
The joy of life,
The world, intriguing world
Could not, could not,
Frankly speaking, Lucy,
Lucy, your songs,
Songs of life!

But Lucy, my Lucy
Found I not
Though searched I, searched I around,
Lucy in my infinite joy and undefiled delight,
Climbing up the hill
To reach the cottage,
Lucy, Lucy,
Lucy, my Lucy,
Called I, called I,
A nature child so pure and joyous,
Btu under strain and stress
Saw I that day differently.

With a lamp she went her way,
The cyclone had been blowing the feet
And she going all alone
To take the shelter in,
The cottage shaking violently
In the rushing wind,
Blowing in, blowing out,
A nature girl,
So terribly viewing the night
With the gushed of the lashing winds and rains.

The sea had been rough and inclement
And she saw the furies of the sea
Breaking the embankments,
Rattling the roofs,
Blowing away the thatches,
Plucking the trees,
With the rains lashing,
Winds blowing hard,
She praying for life and safety,
But none there,
All falling flat.

A girl saw I viewing the rough sea and the inclement weather,
The cyclone ruffling the sea
And the sea surging vehemently,
Furiously,
Ready to devour,
Rains lashing ruthlessly,
Winds doing havoc,
Plucking the trees,
Uprooting it all,
Bringing in its trail
Massive devastation and destruction,
Death and desertion.

A girl so simple and innocent,
Loving and ignorant,
Saw she helplessly,
The devastation and desertion,
The dance of death and doom,
Praying to the Lord,
Whispering her prayers
Asking nature to be calm,
The sea to be silent,
But all her prayers,
Who to hear, who to hear?

The spate of the storm and the thunderstorm
Continued for so long,
Striking it so violently
And raking
And when there was a lull,
She thought of
Going out to see
And striving utmost
To bail out of the crisis
Befalling mankind
The little she could ever
With her prayer.

But the rough and fathomless sea went on
Striking violently,
The waves rising high and falling,
Taking a toll over,
Claiming
Which but she could not,
Could not,
A nature child she
Thought of roving into,
Rowing over
And saving through
If she could!

The fury of the wild, tameless and untamable,
The furies ruthless,
The brute of the wild,
Oh, it could not,
Could not be tamed,
The things as per the scheme,
The darker aspects of Creation
Rather than seeing in awe and astonishment,
Horror and terror
The mystery of life and the world,
The mystery of Creation.

The sea is rough, rough and inclement,
You do not, do not go there, Lucy,
I forbade her, forbade her,
But went she ahead,
A nature child
Unmindful of
The furies and wrath of nature,
The darker side of Creation,
Hearing the call of the folks
In pain
In the good spirit and prayer of her own,
But returned she back not,
Returned she not back to,
The girl of the good heart,
The good faith,
Yea, the good girl.