A white sheet,
of shelled out,
grains of rice,
a bed of marbled ice
an inviting fragrance of Basmati,*
as we leave the highway
at the hem of the country side,
An essence of pure life
greener leaves, transparent air,
a vigor to vindicate,
a visible virility on the way
birds have a say,
a background music never stops to gurgle
a chorus, a play
of a flowing canal, or the wind gushing through the ready crops, a colored spray,
bushes and the trees,
unlocked,
for a while the body
and the spirits set free,
the soil seems moist and rich,
as my bare feet touch and feel,
my dream to live there someday,
in the rustic simplicity,
to touch their simple lives,
to learn it,
and unlearn the lessons of the cities,
to give away,
all that I have learnt,
if there are any takers
else it shall all be burnt
with me in my pigeon hole dream,
on my every trip
I shall loosen my grip,
on the grains of rice,
paying my price
back to my walls, to an old unpaid,
upfront!!
*Basmati is a quality of rice that grows in north India, it has a distinct aroma.
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An evocative paean of praise to the countryside. It brilliantly portrays the dichotomy that urban dwellers experience and are part of every single day. The line , ” unlearn the lessons of the cities ” , expresses the same longing that is to be heard in John Denver’s , ” Take me home country roads “. This is a truly outstanding first posting from Sangeeta. Welcome to Destiny Poets !
Thank you sir for the welcome and such wonderful praises detailed with a soulful contact with my country road dream.
I am humbled indeed by your generous appreciation of my poetry piece, your feedback encourages me to write and share my work here at Destiny poet.
best regards!
This is fantastic.Those nostalgic feelings of country life are back.
Thank you Fathima Manal for liking and sharing your view, kind of you.
Best Regards