Sojourn At Thuamul Rampur Poem by GOBINDA SAHOO

On the golden quilt of alasi*
Long stretched and
Kissing the horizon
I nap
Cushioned on malleable azure clouds
A stainless heaven kissing the earth I dream
On the savage land
Atop the hill and hillocks
From the bushes come
The clings of wooden harness bells
With ease
Multiple birds’ twitter brings.
The half-clad damsels
With floral ornamented locks
And garlanded plenteous
Driving the goats and sheep
Among them one with
A newborn lamb
Fixed to the bosom carry
Makes me feel of beauty sleep.
Music of brooks and falls
In my veins flows, it seems
To my mind only solace gives.
From the coffee orchard
Around habitation
Comes aroma of intoxication
Mixed with tipsy but delicate savour
Of lichi orchard in delicate flavour.
Of the cobweb’s deception
In twisted thoughts
Are trapped the development,
As insects
In lizard’s mouth.
The silvery gracious look
A shocking wave of mystery gives
Atop the hill at a little distant
Leading to the dead end
The hollow point
To the heart gives a feel-poignant
Lovers’ longing for a glance
At hand
Giving a sight of puppet to buses and trams
In serpentine zigzag ghat road Singari
Through the cliff hillocks
Though rugged, eye-catching
Captivating yards beside
If peeped the other side
Of stone wall
Mere bushes seem the trees tall
Hill simply hillocks
And rivers mere brooks.