Precious Vista Poem by Sumalatha R Vembayam

Hello good morning my naughty village!
It creates me as usual naughty like locust
My passion enriched like paddy field
At times my paddy field filled with spotted doves;
At times touched by cranes, at times parrots
From the field, all reap their golden threads
Their sweet concert reveals loosen hearts'
My mind murmurs with a stolen haystack
I hear cuckoo's song as friends' timepass
It filled just a vista of my class room;
I recognize my 'lass' chase at its touch
Near the place a stream wake me up a moment;
Pebbles fell down in; its vibrant waves seen
Coded it may my master of feelings
My face covered chashmak by mischievious wind
The breeze may tell about my solitude lamp
I walk again in the edge of golden field
There the brook, water snake catch a tadpole
Fishes playing with bubbles; symbols a thread of hackers
I afraid of, but my armour appears as liking
Again keep my mind firmly in golden stack;
The chimney-sparrows swinging in the palm leaves
My mind touches its feathers and tweets
Vanishing nests swinging by breeze again and again
I regain the harness of the girlish with the waves of paddies
I deeply search a fence of colours for wellness in my studying
I seek my ancestral home for arrays of new stories
There see a kindle light waiting for my presence
After a while started prayer song with golden grandma!
At night, a precious antique recite for avoiding the phobia of snakes
There keeps a string with idols singing their lullaby only for me!