Long Days Passed From Wordsworth Poem by Pranab K Chakraborty

Pranab k c
12/08/2014

High sun burns surroundings
wide the field smelled with new cultivation
greens skying their heads
little but stout
patch of lumpen cloud
appeared to guess
the crime of sunshine blazing all leaves
the trees
standing callous only to shed their shadow

country-side snake-charmer
crossing the field alone
no flute he blew to captivate
the child and their bigs
a breast-feeder woman
trying hard to feed her baby
no white flows
simply malnutrition dictates its drying passion

standing afar observing the scenario long
to hybrid creative thoughts
nowhere to go to implement hunger and dis-satisfaction
with rough shout
since the peasants yet doing soils with borrowed water

a whistling car sudden
appeared to warn workers
die or do
otherwise shelter and shabby skeleton
would be displayed
to show the bite of hunger
tactfully to hunt
huge amount of coins
agency ready for not-refundable assistance

car disappeared
Sun stopped its heat to hit the earth and cultivation
shed expanded to plants and planters
cloud compensated
its gorgeous volume ready to clash within
to accept their endings by drops

gone many the days of repentance
yet memory never sleeps to slap the idiot
country-side poet
even not know how to articulate
the spasm with measured pitch
to distinguish the strawberry garden from the paddy field
but prolonged waiting
when time tells to glorify the main region
from where begins the life
to reach
Mars or Venus
poet stands alone to bugle the right choice of civilization
not in city-blended nuclear head
it is there
where peasants are proud
relation with earth and nature!