A Trip To The Valley On My Bicycle Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

My old bicycle was clinking soft
As I pedalled down the plains
Dews were getting crushed under the wheel
Flinging up to trousers some muddy stains

The paths were narrow flanked by
Grasses and wild flowers on both sides
Far away on the left of me I could see
The endless sea and its raging tides

The mystic hills stand on my right
With serpentine paths wounding to the tops
My face seemed wet and hair flowed wild
As breeze flowed over patches of golden crops

Pedalling down a slope I could see
The winged visitors gathered on the trees
Riot of colours stretched to the horizon
With fragrance rising amidst restless bees

Before crossing a runnel I stood
For a while to watch the clouds above
With darkness thickening around them
They were approaching towards the grove

Many a voices were singing a song
Of some tragic tale happened long ago
About a pair of lovers who were found dead
When farmers were in fields to plough and sow

An arrow of sadness pierced through
My heart as the tone rose and fell
I could not find from where it was coming
Though my eyes ran far and wide across the dale

They must be somewhere not far from
Where I stood, sowing seeds bending low
There the cows stopped grazing and looked
For a while with their paces going slow

Emerging from void a string of birds flew
To their nests, to feed the nestlings and sleep
Corns should be bound in bundles and stacked
Before the darkness would gather deep

Though many a races have born and died
The beauty around is still inspiring and raw
Before I rode back to my cottage for rest
I bowed my head to Him in wonder and awe

@Tiku 2014