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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Scent Of Paddy Flower By Goutam Hazra 1 Reminiscence My father told me first time I was just a boy then, “Follow the scent of paddy flower move with the wind it carries, surely you will go to heaven.” I remember he would catch fistful of wind bring near to my face and wonder, “Isn’t it godly!” Magically, opened his hand but I never felt what scent he meant. 2 Days of kind rain “Son, see the misty wind rushing all over the paddy field comes every year to drink the scent of paddy flower.” Mere as a boy I could see only tides of a green plane touching my little finger and racing far… too far. I would ask “Where have they gone?” Smiled my father and said “Did not you listen, they are going to heaven, call the goddess then, ‘come goddess dear’ we all are ready with paddy flower.” Curious was my face, “Papa, then?” “Goddess will arrive smiling her feet will be here there everywhere. Seeing a pot in her hand all those paddy flowers delighted, will open their mouth more wider and life will be poured…” “Where these flowers come from?” Remained my father smiling speaking all his mind looking high at sky asked me to see there spoke he again. “Rain, rain, kind monsoon rain on the first day of its shower kind rain would ask me to come here with bagful of paddy seeds, ‘let seeds be spread all over, let its eternal relation with soil be the fertilizer’ when all said is done waiting rain starts showering its kind make visible hiding life in the abyss of seed. Happy wind changes color being green all around waits for the day when the wind would smell the scent of paddy flower.” Days passed by, kind rain was still in waiting sometimes hidden beyond horizon or simply making sun blind with its smoky face and whenever wind said, ‘Dry I’m now’ quenched the thirst. Someday wind played naughty with sun asked kind rain to make it misty and with brushes of sun rays painted a rainbow on the face of east sky. Wait was over green field blossomed with flowers and wind said, “Fill in my heart with scent of flower I shall bring life…” Happy was my father’s voice “Rain, rain, kind monsoon rain said so green wind brining life did so scent of paddy flower is made so. Bare footed be here print your soul in the dust of this soil kind rain will come green wind being there life will be yours beautiful simple with the scent of paddy flower.” 3 Cruel entropy How old was I then nine or ten my father looked up up to the sky again and again for a month long only to see change of sky’s color from the color of a summer day to a long humid night. Dry wind cried at last over my father’s sweating body “Rain, rain O kind rain, where have you gone.” One day sudden kind rain came again. Cried to my father “Why no green wind came this year from ocean to bring me here. Desert wind why dry my breath seeds you have sown how could I then enliven with my rain.” Question many question my father had asked the rain. Short-lived, hurried rain could spell its last breath, “I am not that rain as was your friend, I am the curse of dying forest I am the ghost of all pollution I am born out of acid weather…” Who knew, it left for where? My father cried As kind rain left him alone hiding in a dry wind’s bone. My father was still going every morning asking the soil in vain if soil could alone make the paddy flowers to be born. Year passed by, came back the time, for green wind to bring kind rain. Rain came one day. But why as a cloudburst treacherous roaring always pouring unwanted like an unkind monster flooded misery in the life of a simple farmer? 4 Relinquishment Dumb remained my father for days together sad was his voice at last, “Run away, son, run away from here, sky rain wind river village land; thread of this garland who cuts it go, stop now there hand.” Draught and flood, uncertainty of life changed my mind as of a farmer’s son. Books, studies and education reasons, truth and compassion might have had fulfilled my father’s mission. But… Does not this civilization converts us as the products to do more production. Run, run and run run ahead of time let be it, at the cost of inhaling killer tension, stress taking over your life. Insomnia, cholesterol or cynicism is our success’s companion? ‘A’ is shaped as ‘B’ and ‘B’ is sold as ‘C’. Modification innovation sophistication but I found the basic what it remain as life’s supreme conviction ‘simply a fist full of paddy and its grain’. 5 Scent of life So here, I am again standing in front of this green plane searching for the shadow of my father. Green wind surrounds my existence I can see the dance of those bunches. My mind whispers to my ear echoes those words of my father, “Bare footed be here print your soul in the dust of this soil rain will come green wind being there life will be yours beautiful simple with the scent of paddy flower.” I never felt so, what I smell now is the scent of paddy flower.
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