LockDownHamlet
My ancestral hamlet
Konalli is sulky
In the lock down
April sultry.
Wanton sunshine ride
On enormous bare plain
Dampens the eyes of paddy growers.
Disdained slumbering rocks
Awkward thorn hedge heads
Hamper all serpent shape paths
The sunshine blaze dazzles
Sights of tender coconut plumes
Saffron crowned areca palm
Bowing timid banana grove
Rice swallowed rough husks
Whining cluckinghens, lowing cattle
And the temperature sniffing thermal scanners.
Stayhome slogan
Shrinks the huddling peasants
Like the covid masks shrivel their nostrils.
Konalli Rajeev Naik
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