Season Of Sowing Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

in the fields,
sowing seeds in rows
wading through knee deep
water, moving on feet and toes

hands playing with
weeds, thorns and mud
sticking between fingers as
heavy feet languorously plod

clouds come and go
with rain heavy and light
they go on soaking us till
darkness falls from a scary height

singing song in chorus
as we become home bound
our voices rise and fall
with cool rain's swishing sound

from slanted roof tops
columns of smoke rise high
spades and baskets are kept
in corners as the day goes to die