Smell Of Paddy Flowers Poem by Satheesan Rangorath

Smell of paddy flowers
anxiety is over
at last the first summer rain
she arrives at dawn
everybody in deep sleep
the invigorating smell of earth
peacocks dance ecstatically
In the heart of each farmer

every family arrange
fresh fruits and vegetableon a display
for an auspicious dawn vision
at thenew year eve

with a group, the farmers move to the fields
carrying the plough
and rushing the bullocks
worship the earth with an oil lamp
flowers and incense
move the furrow leading the bullocks
from the fertile memories
they sing a folk song in a colloquial
idyllic rhythm

they sweep through the time
and entire field tilled,
sow the seeds of hope in the paddy field

change of scenery
waves of silky green sprouts
farmers are busy weeding and manuring
hopes grow long
a soft subtle rejuvenating smell of flowers
slowly appears paddy bunches
turning the entire field to a golden trove

harvesting songs fill the air
happy villagers dance
the peasants fill the granary of happiness
until the next cycle
his sickle rests in his barn house