A Walk Through My Village Poem by I.P. GOPIKRISHNAN PISHARODY

Today sun waked up very early,
I took a walk in the village road;
I often start my dawn this muddy way,
With Coconut trees on each side,
that music, like moonlight
swept across my way
My ears preset on her;
My eyes fixed on her and smiled with heart;
of she is the creator of song, that she sang;
the tartar lines of the song touch my mind
the road is getting taper.
The whole Village cries from her blaze of words,
they wake in breathless stillness;
the Pretty Parrots and loving Fantail Pigeons,
hear her song in a classic way;
They didn’t want to fly from there;
Yes, she is alive in her song,
What the reason is, why?
In breathless stillness,
Oceans wake in her song,
and sedate streams;
rise up in waves;
now she is not there,
song that sang by her is still live.