The scarecrow

I am a scarecrow,

Yet, my mind is not narrow,

Dreamer, I find my way by moonlight,

And never by torchlight.

I see the dawn when man sleeps

And the farmer diligently reaps.

 

I am the least fashionable,

Not that it is not affordable,

But my comfort lies in hats battered

And clothes, torn and tattered.

 

I am the commander of the fields,

All seeds sprout at my will.

The birds are scared of me,

Seeing me, they all flee.

 

Come rain, come storm, come thunder,

I will never be torn asunder.

I wait for the ripening of the corn,

In somber silence with  unlocked horns.

 

Sometimes, when I am alone,

Lost and forlorn,

I look at the contours of the moon’s lips

And the swaying of her hips,

Generous, fluid, avuncular,

I stand perpendicular,

And wipe shards of my frozen tears

Without the least tinge of fears.

I think of man and his mansions,

All made according to fashion.

 

He is for ever lost in a race,

With no time to look at his face.

Between phones, computers, gaming systems,

Tablets and robots creating mayhem,

He is about to lean on Jibo,

The family robot, to boost his ego.

Cry my beloved country,

While here, I stand as sentry.

 

pramila khadun

 

 

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About pramilakhadun

I am the holder of a Bsc degree in Food and Nutrition from S.N.D.T University,Pune,India.Have taught this subject in a private institution for almost thirty-five years.Currently, I am retired and travel alot with my husband Raj, daughters Dr Rajnee and Priyum and son Airline Captain.Had my first book of poetry published by Minerva press, London and other two in Mauritius.More coming soon.I love poetry and enjoy reading poems of poets across the world and I feel Destiny Poets is the right place for me.

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