Aug 16
As the morning songs initiate with singers of feathers,
As the hellish darkness calms with sunrays of answers,
Comes a beautiful new day in the un-urbanized,
The father with his sickle goes on to fetch green to his beloved,
The mother wakes up in devotion and chants mystical speeches
The children wake up with energy of a lifetime
Enough to get them through their carefree lifeline,
The people here are simple not bothered by Mondays,
Nor are they very happy when there are Sundays,
The birds still chirping, the streams still flowing,
Children with their silly little games, above them the sun still glowing,
People from the country are bored, no TV, no network,
The Villagers instruct them to keep their worries aside
And enjoy the organic meal prepared
Enjoy the carefree environment before the troubles reappear
With a sip of water that’s sweeter than life
They carry on their silent relationship with their wife,
Life here is different, time works strange,
Afternoons are silent- could one be deranged!
A spider likes the one seen on TV lurks from the corner,
In the garden a snake, quite venomous is noticed,
The elder with one courageous might sweeps off the snake
The on lookers are awestruck, taken back by his might,
An hour in the afternoon is like an asylum
So Silent, everyone sleeps due to the heat waves,
The sound of chainsaws are heard in the distance,
Could deforestation be marching?
The sound of engines roaring,
Could the corporate be lurking?
To “modify” the landscape and make it more “mainstream”?
They’d destroy the peace here with a showcase of their money,
Deploying clouds of steel over what was once sunny!
The shining orb of the night returns after her shift,
The Sun with it’s protruding glamour leaves the scene,
The children scatter from the trees and hurry back home,
The elders with their “doko” full of green currency retreat,
In the end, the silence abrupt the call!
Perhaps, it’s now the Owl’s turn to howl!
A Beautiful Day in Heaven comes to a halt….
A Beautiful Day in Heaven comes to a halt….
As the hellish darkness calms with sunrays of answers,
Comes a beautiful new day in the un-urbanized,
The father with his sickle goes on to fetch green to his beloved,
The mother wakes up in devotion and chants mystical speeches
The children wake up with energy of a lifetime
Enough to get them through their carefree lifeline,
The people here are simple not bothered by Mondays,
Nor are they very happy when there are Sundays,
The birds still chirping, the streams still flowing,
Children with their silly little games, above them the sun still glowing,
People from the country are bored, no TV, no network,
The Villagers instruct them to keep their worries aside
And enjoy the organic meal prepared
Enjoy the carefree environment before the troubles reappear
With a sip of water that’s sweeter than life
They carry on their silent relationship with their wife,
Life here is different, time works strange,
Afternoons are silent- could one be deranged!
A spider likes the one seen on TV lurks from the corner,
In the garden a snake, quite venomous is noticed,
The elder with one courageous might sweeps off the snake
The on lookers are awestruck, taken back by his might,
An hour in the afternoon is like an asylum
So Silent, everyone sleeps due to the heat waves,
The sound of chainsaws are heard in the distance,
Could deforestation be marching?
The sound of engines roaring,
Could the corporate be lurking?
To “modify” the landscape and make it more “mainstream”?
They’d destroy the peace here with a showcase of their money,
Deploying clouds of steel over what was once sunny!
The shining orb of the night returns after her shift,
The Sun with it’s protruding glamour leaves the scene,
The children scatter from the trees and hurry back home,
The elders with their “doko” full of green currency retreat,
In the end, the silence abrupt the call!
Perhaps, it’s now the Owl’s turn to howl!
A Beautiful Day in Heaven comes to a halt….
A Beautiful Day in Heaven comes to a halt….
Inspired by true events, the narrative follows a day in the villages! As someone who's mother belongs to a rural village, visiting her side of the family always ends up fascinating me and hey, as a poet, I've fulfilled my duty to write it down!
