We live in a house so simple and nice
With a garden lined with crotons in rows
Not so neatly trimmed or pruned as before
And a lawn not always well manicured
But abounding in plants with blooms of varied hue.
From shady corners, orchids peep
They bring forth flowers in bunches and mass
Only on certain seasons, not the year round.
Then a visual treat to the eyes, indeed!
Trees big and small border our land
Mango trees and jack fruit trees
Coconut palms and guava trees
Twining creepers with globular passion fruits
Bushy plants of sweet and sour berries
Rose apples, papayas and Chinese limes
An epitome of country abundance!
In front of the house, was once a stretch of fields
Lush and fresh with paddy plants in June
And in autumn, bent with arching sheaves of corn
Green parakeets used to come from far
To eat the grains ready to be reaped
Having their fill they would fly westward in flocks
Such scenes were a source of instant delight
But sad enough, those fields were gradually filled
In place of paddy and other seasonal crops
Industrial units, big and small have emerged
By degrees, the quiet and coolness of the place
That once soothed our frayed nerves, are gone
Now an exodus of men have landed here
Labourers who have come from Northern states
To eke out a living in a better clime
Speaking languages, Bengali, Hindi and Tamil
Leaving the area noisy with incessant chatter
Along the road that runs parallel to our house
Now speeds past, motors in unbroken row
Honking horns and raising a screen of smoky dust
Spoiling the ambience of our verdant setting
And badly impairing the neat surroundings
But with every change of scene and setting
We, like nomads, cannot change our stay or dwelling
Well acclimatized to all noise and commotion
We now stick to our home, our humble haven
And strive to create within an inner landscape
Not polluted by the ravages of time or clime
Home is the sanctuary where you roost and rest
A sweet dwelling, more than all mansions blest
And it should be an abode of love where hearts embrace
Every turn of life, grim or merry with no fuss but with grace
How sweet it is to dwell beneath this roof
Our wedded life's enduring love's living proof!
Lush and fresh with paddy plants in June... nicely painted memory in words....10
A very well narrative sweet home abound with Nature can not be less than a heavenly abode.......Valsa.........I felt lost in heaven.........very well composed.....
flowers are like children both need care and nourishment thanks for sharing
What a great write this is! So beautifully envisioned and depicted. Marvellous composition having fantastic collocation. An intensive poem I like most. Thanks for posting such a valuable gem. ....10
What a great home .The visuals are vivid and I can literally picture your heavenly abode Another great write.Hats off dear poet.Thank you.A treat indeed
another extraordinary poem of yours astounds me and makes me sail in your imaginary world.........greatly enjoyed this poem.........thanks
Yet another of your poems takes me on a vivid journey awaking my senses. When I am not reading one of your poems I almost feel blind to the world. Hopefully if I read enough of your poems some of your gift might grow in my poems.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lots of things have changed with time, , some for the better sake, , , this part of our home we would surely miss, , , , there s nothing we could do about it, , wonderful write, , ,