A little while longer please

A little longer, please

There was no sound of wheel rumbling,

Nor of footing falling,

The river was gliding

At its own free will.

The ploughman plodded

His weary way homewards

And many a flower

Was blushing unseen.

The grass was beating

Its head distractedly

Under an orange sky

And the still sad music

Of humanity could be heard

In the deep heart’s core.

From the sole of their feet

To the crown of their heads,

They were marveled

At the dazzling whiteness

Of the tiny lambs sucking milk

While their mothers stood still.

Plaiting a dark love-knot

Into her long black hair,

He murmured softly in her ear,

‘It’s time to go honey.’

Raising her head gently towards him,

She replied, ‘A little while longer…..please.’

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.

2 thoughts on “A little while longer please

  1. Amita Paul

    A lovely little vignette of a poem deliberately echoing lines from some famous poems , with a strong feel of Wordsworth’s Immortality Ode and various old fashioned pastorals including Marlowe’s ‘ A Passionate Shepherd to his Love ‘.
    Gray’s Elegy is echoed in the flowers blushing unseen , Wordsworth speaks in the still sad music of humanity heard at the heart’s core and in the lambs leaping at the tambour’s sound at the start of spring , while the plaiting of the hair of the beloved is straight from a pastoral of shepherd and shepherdess .
    All in all , a pretty , allusive little mosaic .

    1. pramilakhadun Post author

      Our dear Amita, I wrote this poem some ten years ago and never thought that one day it would create such echoes in emotions strong to move the world. Thanks little sis and stay blessed always.


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