The Farmer And His Wife Poem by Santosh Bakaya

Ah, it was a moist, grey day.
The whir and chirp of birds in the trees,
the cacophonous chorus of cranky crows
and rows and rows of mustard flowers
smiling in the breeze.

A farmer couple looked around, glowing,
content with their life of rustic littleness.
Smiling lovingly at each other,
they headed towards a shady tree.
After a meagre repast of rotis, onions and green chillies,
they drifted into half-sleep, in languorous abandonment,
minds still preoccupied with the clogged drain,
and the ailing calf, their farming tools useless by their side,
reminiscent of ‘The Siesta', of Vincent Van Gogh.

The chorus of cranky crows continued, unceasing,
drowning their burps of snug, cheery comfort.
A scarecrow dressed in the farmer's hand- me- down shirt,
continued watching absolutely inert.
The incoherent world around them buzzed,
spinning round and round,
descending into tragic absurdity.