Countryside Road Poem by Debendra Majhi

Countryside Road

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The road to my village
Is donned with
Lines of plants and trees,
Names of some I know
But some, not so.

My village end starts
With coconut trees,
Spiriting into the blue sky,
Embellish by the steady breeze,
Hissing orchestra they play.

Their shiny leaves
Flash and flaunt
On the night-long moon beam,
Sparkle as if
Thousand moons
Inhabit in the leaves.

When the East-wind blow,
Tree trunks sway
Like elephant trunks,
Rhythm with the
Descending raindrops,
Dripping from each tip
Of the leaflets
As if a teenager
Soaking her hair beads
In her first monsoon rain,
out of enigmatic love-pain.

At the other end
Of the village land,
There stands a grand banian,
Same as it was,
From grand parents age,
prop-roots hang down
with Socrates wisdom.

There are hundreds
Of trees in-between,
Having leaves of
Varying shades and green,
The grass blades all around
Grown un-even.
Countryside road is muddy
But clean and green.

Tuesday, March 6, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: nature walks
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Emily Howard 06 March 2018

I love how your poem illustrates the road so well! It was beautiful! ! !

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Debendra Majhi 07 March 2018

dear poet, delighted to know that you liked my description of native road.Infact, the road connecting National Highway to my native place in Odisha, a coastal district on Bay of Bengal side, was devastated during supercyclone in 1999 and vegetation in all forms perished.but earth rejuvenated...Thank you for appreciting the poem.

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Chinedu Dike 27 March 2020

The visionary impact of flow of your words is something to admire. Well conceived and nicely penned. Thanks for sharing.

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Dr Dillip K Swain 16 October 2018

Countryside road is muddy But clean and green....I love the expression because I hail from a village! Beautifully penned! (10)

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Edward Kofi Louis 27 April 2018

Wisdom! ! With the muse of the Village. Thanks for sharing.

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Bharati Nayak 18 March 2018

Beauty flows in every line.The nature around the village road has been vividly portrayed in this poem. When the East-wind blow, Tree trunks sway Like elephant trunks, Rhythm with the Descending raindrops, Dripping from each tip Of the leaflets As if a teenager Soaking her hair beads In her first monsoon rain, out of enigmatic love-pain.

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Debendra Majhi 23 March 2018

thank you poet for your nice words!

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Kumarmani Mahakul 06 March 2018

Village ends and starts with many coconut trees and scenic beauty of village motivates mind. The scenic beauty of this village and road is beautifully drawn in this poem in imagery. An interesting sharing is done here...10

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Debendra Majhi 07 March 2018

thank you Kumarmani sahab for your inspirational words.

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