When I look at the fields and the fawns,
The vibrant and engaging voices
Of the labourers working under the sun
And the golden crops swaying in the breeze,
I think of nature
Which must have said to man,
Push it a little harder.
When the child is sulking in silence
Seeking for neither fortune nor favor,
And caressing her pristine plumage
With a sense of self-pity and lack of love,
God says to the mother,
Take care of the child,
All she needs is love,
Push it a little harder.
When the power of creation
Strikes the scientist’s mind
And his indefatigable quest for creation,
While his wife knits a long-sleeve sweater,
A voice gently says to him,
Push it a little harder.
When the lover is lost
In the fabulous glory of his love,
Grown mellow with age,
He compares the contemporaneity
With the antiquity of the art of love making.
He arouses another vein of creativity
While his ladylove softly whispers
With a deep moan in her voice,
Push it a little harder.
Pramila Khadun
Slice of life painted with raw words from different angles and aspects. A pleasant composition with an underlying glare of philosophy. Enjoyed it Pramila. I think there is a (TYPO) occurred in the first line., you may re edit it. 🙂
Thanks Maaya for this enormously kind comment, love it dear.
Push a little harder articulates different absorbing , contemplative thoughts by the author in different colors and shades . A compelling composition
Shamsher, I love this great comment of yours, thanks a lot.
loved this multi – layered philosophical poem .
Thanks dear Santosh, so nice and sweet of you for putting this wonderful comment.
Another splendid outpouring from a master-poet. As Tagore said of Whitman, you give me ‘pictures’.Thank you for the experience,Pramila.
Thanks a lot dear Vijay for this lovely comment.I feel humbly honored dear.It fills me with joy and bliss.Thanks.