I still can see that Jamun tree,
Still feel that evening, all haste free,
Field fencing made of thorny thor,
Dry twigs and whatso availed for,
A watchful kite gliding by,
A mongoose keeping a vigilant eye,
Under sugarcane crop be-stirred by
Breeze, a harmless snake sliding by….
Farther back, sounds of singing bells,
Bullocks drawing water from wells,
I see farmers sowing their fields
In hope of rich crops, karmic yields,
Birds and bees hovering around,
And the scare-crows vigilance bound,
Grey white clouds slowly receding,
At love's labour overlooking….
And then I half hear my mother call
Me, and the scene begins to fall.
There is giant black machine
Moving on to foregoing scene,
Smoke of diesel and black tar,
It levels up everything at par,
One hurtling down its dusty load,
One more surfacing a tar road….
And my evening's pleasant dream
Turns into a nightmare grim
When my village was devoured by
The growing girth of a city near by
One far off evening….
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Reminiscing | 15.03.2020 |
Topic: remember, village, city
What a wonderful and touching remembrance. The superb imagery of this write moved me to follow the thoughts of the great Poet and see the beauty of a wonderful village. Deeply poignant and very well written. Onto my Poem List.
Thanks dear poet. Whatever places I have been visiting after a gap of a decade or two or more, I have seen this: Urbanization devouring nature and greenery, whilst it adds nothing what so in return.
That Jamun tree, which you see is free to smile and feel the evening. You have perceived the great imagery and this poem is very nicely penned with dignity of joy.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
On reading this poem, I am taken to a serene village of my young days where I roamed freely enjoying all the lovely sights. But in the place of of those quiet villages, suburbs and metropolitan cities with skyscrapers are fast coming up. This transition is painful for people of our generation. The arcadian bliss has vanished...! Let us at least recall those lovely memories once in a while!
Who does not like if a poem is appreciated? But you make it so credible the way you approach to it. I failed to acknowledge such wonderful comments earlier. Internet is becoming more and more painful and I make it more so by sticking to my 2G / 3G dongal! Thank you so much.