in the fields,
sowing seeds in rows
wading through knee deep
water, moving on feet and toes
hands playing with
weeds, thorns and mud
sticking between fingers as
heavy feet languorously plod
clouds come and go
with rain heavy and light
they go on soaking us till
darkness falls from a scary height
singing song in chorus
as we become home bound
our voices rise and fall
with cool rain's swishing sound
from slanted roof tops
columns of smoke rise high
spades and baskets are kept
in corners as the day goes to die
hands playing with weeds, thorns and mud sticking between fingers as heavy feet languorously plod clouds come and go with rain heavy and light they go on soaking us till darkness falls from a scary height Beautiful nature poem.... It really the sowing season and also natural weeds.... Season of green.... Thanks..10++++especially for the images.
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I would like to translate this poem
very nice humans have been sowing all kinds of seeds since ages you too add on please wonderfully
Yeah, it is rainy season going on here in India and season of sowing. Inspired from people working in fields in my village. Thanks for taking interest in my poems and sweet comments. Regards.