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White morning mist cuffs

Hands of nature’s cycle,

Harvesting time,

Red sun peeps on paddy field,

Emptiness filled with love.  

WITHOUT FOOD WE CANNOT DREAM

Those are cultivators

Sowing sprouted paddy seeds

In watery ploughed field,

They will work till 4 PM.

I am moving in a bus

That is speeding high,  

Villages, cultivate meadows,

Electrical lines pass along.

Busy work in rainy season

Functioning through rain waters,

Putting tender roots

Through watery muddy ground.

I am one to capture picture of it

Eyes to see the working men, women,

While all are in exploring time,

Without food we cannot dream. 

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. 

GREEN, THE LIVING SENSATION

It drizzles,

Rusty clouds in the blue,

Raindrops talk from inside,

They stop, again fall after a gap,

Distinct September,

Weather counts spin

Over change of a season

Upon the earth.

Paddy crops planted

Thieved in green to green web,

Saplings are swinging in wind,

To grow in fulfillment,

And it is dream to farmers,

A favored bet for returns,

Green is sweet to all population,

Giving protection to living sensation.