Miles of paddy fields catch the eye,
shimmering golden in the heat of the midday sun.
Farmers in straw hats with buffalo in tow,
crisp fresh air I have missed for so long.
The village stands untouched by time,
with its hazy outline of distant mountains.
Joyful cries and laughter of children,
playing hopscotch beneath the old elm tree.
Each day the rooster robustly heralds the morning,
its throaty crow shattering the tranquil peace.
Yesterday's rain has transformed the earthy trail
into muddy clumps and soggy grass.
The hot afternoon reluctantly gives way
to a blustery cool evening and swaying coconut trees.
Soon the warm glow of sunset fades to dusk,
a purplish cloak that stealthily envelopes the weathered houses.
As street lights come to life, shadows grow and waver.
Each day the rooster heralds the morning, its throaty crow shattering the tranquil peace. Yesterday's rain transforms the earthy trail into muddy clumps and soggy grass. village life and its beauty portrayed so well that a reader swells in beauty. thank you dear poet. tony
This is a wonderful poem about nostalgia. It transported my mine back home. Think you should edit your topic to include nostalgia as well. Well written. Kudos!
Thank you. I did write a piece entitled Nostalgia. Perhaps you may want to visit it. It was published in the 2017 international anthology The Poetic Bond VII.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
As beautiful as usual. I've smelt the fresh rustic air in your poem...