I SAW TWO CULTIVATIONS

I saw two cultivations -

Betel leaf and paddy corn in one field,

Both are close to each one’s clossy way,

One big covered zone for betel leaf,

Beneath the trees, and near by is an open  

Meadow filled with rain-waters,

Down to the enclosure lies

Ploughed earth for paddy cultivation,  

Both need plenty of water

For their food, breathing, growing.

Next to each one’s field, one note and one song, 

Next to each one’s share, one quotes and expectation, 

Next to each one’s life, one water, raising ground sensation, 

Next to each one’s visibility, one green and one perpetuation. 

A cool decision comes over life to move fast,

It is mood, food, boost, energy,

Those are caring for life and livelihood,

 Making everything touching in motion,

And as I was moving on within their territory,

I think of their silent co-existence,

No war, no bargaining in their firmament.

SINGING OF RAIN

First rain drifted over the land of cultivation,

This time it lays an emphatic shower for

A green blanket stretched to horizon,

Water makes lotus seeds sprout, and fills all

Nearby ditches with water, to the brim,

Lotus stem holds leaf floating,

Making them get bloomed on water-island.

Farmers start tilting mud on paddy field,

As if light reflected on water drops in cloud

To form green light passing through

Prism of life that carries singing of life,

What journey is is for life’s turn,

Meaning to go on to possess long wing,

Ahead of our dreams, to live with food grains.