My Beloved Scarecrow! Poem by Geetha Jayakumar

I went to my village
Old and strong house of century year old.
Built With hard rocks and roof with bricks
one side with fields all over.
And front side was a beautiful river
Rice crop ready for harvest
Walking along field between was so marvellous
Part of field was already harvested and
Straw was heaped in one place.

I climbed all the way to top of the heap of straw.
And came sliding down.
There stood a scarecrow
With a empty pot on its top,
with eyes, round nose and monstrous teeth
Well marked with charcoal.
Looked like effigy with shirt and pant worn.

To my horror I heard some sound of barking dogs
With no one around
I ran in a full swing back home
Next day the moment I reached scarecrow
Elephants sound made me ran
This happened for a week with different sounds

I changed my timing
And to my horror I saw my beloved
Inside a scarecrow
Next day I went before time
And took position like scarecrow
I just play a record of bull
I saw my beloved running and I couldn't control laughing.
But few seconds later
I fainted as he pour bucketful of cold water over me
When I open my eyes I was surrounded with all relatives

And one scarecrow too

It seems that Scarecrow was kept to scare me?

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Geetha Jayakumar.