Tribhawan Kaul

Freshman - 558 Points (01-01-1946 / Srinagar (J & K) India)

A Morning In An Indian Village - Poem by Tribhawan Kaul

Rising sun in the horizon
a fireball in space
like a bride of first night
blushing and gushing
blossoming sunflowers matching its pace.

Triangle of birds
wave after wave
chirping in symphony
flying in harmony
towards the crescent
a sleeping beauty in space
fading slowly with heavenly grace.

Tillers out in fields
sowing seeds
and hopes for millions
their women bending backs
cutting weeds
small babies crying in shacks
drawing attention to have their feed.

Village children in open space
waiting for initiation
to the world of education
listening to the teacher
with not so rapt attention

Milkmen competing to deliver
small vendors crying hoarse to sell
the sun shines bright on everyone
grandpa has many stories to tell.

Flowing stream creating music for soul
baying cows and rumbling of goat chimes
joining the chorus
beggars with begging bowl
street dogs have no mercy
so none thinks of village security.

Temple, mosque, gurudwara and a church
inviting everyone with open arms
so many faiths
truthful and straight
mornings in a village has its own charm.
--o--
copyright/Children of lost God/ Tribhawan Kaul
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Poet's Notes about The Poem

I used to visit nearby villages and observe the happenings particularly during the morining sessions.

Comments about A Morning In An Indian Village by Tribhawan Kaul

  • Gold Star - 25,160 Points Valsa George (8/20/2013 7:17:00 AM)

    A medley of scenes, pleasant and bitter! But this rustic life has its own charm where no one is a stranger, with innocent people ready to welcome anyone into their fold, where animals and people co- habit and where people of all religions live in amity! A clear picture of an Indian village! (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 10,063 Points Heather Wilkins (6/27/2013 3:27:00 PM)

    Nice image of life in an Indian village. Enjoyed the read (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 10,063 Points Heather Wilkins (6/27/2013 3:26:00 PM)

    Nice imagery of a morning in an Indian village. Enjoyed the read (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, July 16, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, July 16, 2012


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