A Morning In An Indian Village Poem by Tribhawan Kaul
A Morning In An Indian Village
Rising sun in the horizon
a fireball in space
like a bride of first night
blushing and gushing
blossoming sunflowers matching its pace.
Triangle of birds
wave after wave
chirping in symphony
flying in harmony
towards the crescent
a sleeping beauty in space
fading slowly with heavenly grace.
Tillers out in fields
sowing seeds
and hopes for millions
their women bending backs
cutting weeds
small babies crying in shacks
drawing attention to have their feed.
Village children in open space
waiting for initiation
to the world of education
listening to the teacher
with not so rapt attention
Milkmen competing to deliver
small vendors crying hoarse to sell
the sun shines bright on everyone
grandpa has many stories to tell.
Flowing stream creating music for soul
baying cows and rumbling of goat chimes
joining the chorus
beggars with begging bowl
street dogs have no mercy
so none thinks of village security.
Temple, mosque, gurudwara and a church
inviting everyone with open arms
so many faiths
truthful and straight
mornings in a village has its own charm.
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a insightful poem of the daily goings on in the poets home town? ........wonderfully written.
A medley of scenes, pleasant and bitter! But this rustic life has its own charm where no one is a stranger, with innocent people ready to welcome anyone into their fold, where animals and people co- habit and where people of all religions live in amity! A clear picture of an Indian village!
Nice imagery of a morning in an Indian village. Enjoyed the read
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/5/2024 9:12:59 PM # 1.0.0
Indian village scenes are ever very beautiful and highly cultured. Village children in open space play and get teachings too. Village has its charm of course. At morning in far horizon behind mountains we see sunrise. Sunflowers and mustard flowers bloom in fields. Village ponds shine getting sun rays. A rich culture is observed in this brilliant poem...10
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