The Harvesting Machine Poem by Unnikrishnan Sivasankara Menon
The Harvesting Machine
The Harvesting Machine
It was a little late
In the evening,
The harvesting machine
Has just started its work
In our paddy field.
It was working
All through the day
And our part of the field's
The last one for the season.
Moon had already risen,
A full moon.
My brother's grandson
A big boy of three
Was there to supervise
Harvesting ‘his' field.
As the work was going on
Suddenly he felt hungry
And wanted to go home,
But, his duty ….
He fell silent
For a few moments.
Suddenly his face lit up
In the moonlight;
He looked up and said,
"Oh Moon,
From up there, clearly
You can see the field,
Continue supervision
I have to go home"
And climbed on to
My shoulders.
so very touching--- and so like a young child to see in nature what we no longer see because our souls have grown tough---beautiful moment recorded for all time here, my friend---5 stars and wish I could sprinkle it with a thousand more because that poem put me in that field under that moon
I loved the little boy who climbed on to your shoulders to see the moon!
Thank you Geeta. He is such a lovely boy, so very intelligent for his age. And so fond of me, as I am of him.
So beautifully written! .. I can visualize these precious moments shares! .. A poem to cherish! .. Again just Wow! .. So awesome and sweet! ..+++++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/16/2024 8:59:31 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Oh, Wow! .. Such a beautiful, precious story/poem! .. However sweet and innocent of him to ask the moon to supervise! .. Definite 5 Stars! ..+++++