Best Paddy Field Poems
Emerald green that shines on
gleaming green jewel bug
Algae green of the serene pond
And there swim the shoveler ducks
Harlequin green from areca leaves pinnate
Softly grins when sunrays gently penetrate
And the dark green on betel leaves
Oh ho, the deep red on tongue it leaves
Light green of the Mandevilla
That climbs high to shine bright
Mixed hues of the leaves of taro root
And turquoise green on the crystal clear Lake
O! The iridescent green hues
of peafowls whose vibrant colors ooze
off his pretty long feathers,
Do I need to apprise further?
Green paddy field glares
And sways like a girl's hair
Teal green from singing river
Accumulates minerals and delivers
Did I mention the grass green?
Hey! Isn't our earth's screen?
Raising that lustrous curtain,
unfolds vivid scene by scene
Our earth breaths through these shades of green
Without these green, there is no pleasant scenes
Categories:
paddy field, earth, green, happiness,
Form:
Rhyme
.PADDY FIELD
HARVEST PADDY FIELD ON MUD AT MORN.
BUTTERFLY SITS ON EAR OF CORN.
BEES MAKE HUMMING SOUND.
ONLY SEE PLENTY OF PADDY FIELDS AROUND.
PEASANTS TOUCHED THE EAR OF GOLDEN CORNS.
EACH OTHER WATCHED AND WHISPERS.
NO JOY, WITHOUT ALLEY.
TOUCHES EAR OF CORNS GLADLY.
IT'S TO BE BOILED TO SERVES US.
PEASANTS GLAD, COWS OUTSIDE WATCHES WHEREAS.
PEASANTS DRIVE OUT COWS.
DOG BARKS.
PEASANTS RETURN FROM FIELD.
REMEMBERS ONLY PADDY WHERE EAR OF GOLDEN CORNS ENGRAVED
SAROJ KHAN [SAKHA].
Categories:
paddy field, adventure,
Form:
Verse
The village where my father was born.
After many years
Still has not changed
Except that electricity has arrived ,
The road blacktopped has deteriorated,
And thatched-roof houses are hardly seen.
Yet what I wonder is
As I saw in my childhood long ago,
The village road today is still lonesome,
Cactus and wild bush plants ,in that quietness
Are still growing here and there by the roadside.
And the sprawling paddy fields are as calm
And beautiful as they were seen from the road long ago.
The aged banyan tree standing in the meadow
At the roadside is still in its grandeur.
Under it, I saw my grandfather cremated,
Consigned to flames
When I was a boy of about 10 years old.
My grandfather during his youthful days
Sometimes might have been resting
Under that banyan tree
Tired of wayfaring or working in the paddy field.
Sometimes he might have been waiting
For somebody he loved beneath it
Wearing kurta ,dhoti,and clogs .
My father died six years ago
And I today am an old man
Yet whenever I visited the village
And see the lonely old banyan tree
I remember the days I spent there during my childhood
Particularly the day my grandfather died
And cremated beneath it.
The old peepal tree ,
Growing at the gate of my residence
By the busy road ,
Often I collect its fallen leaves with a broom
In the winter mornings and burn them.
Yet never ponder about its long past.
12th August 2012
Categories:
paddy field, nature, remember,
Form:
Free verse
FOLK DANCE DWM
Attended Summer Camp at high school level
A happy happening, I would like to tell.
We assembled in remote suburb
where all quiet, nothing to disturb.
At the Fair met a rural Folk Dance team
Got interested on their cheerful theme.
The group consisted of young villagers.
We were enthusiastic teenagers.
Music started perchance.
"Dance Dear Dance
Don’t miss chance
Cast aslant glance
on spectators!
Spectacular show
in glamorous glow
Perhaps fast or slow.
We are entertainers
Not dictators!"
Village guys with multi colored attire
Lyrics seemed to be type of satire.
Girls wearing olive green glossy gown
with periwinkle flowery crown.
We dressed in Jeans and Tops wearing hay hats,
trying to match with close by wide paddy field.
Joined them prompt: Our pearly passion to yield.
Danced delight in rhythm on steps exact.
Two dances were combined.
Folk Dance -Ball Dance entwined.
A choreography of modern and rural style,
proclaiming a novel dance profile.
Feral flora foliage swinging in gentle breeze.
Our pleasure neither to measure nor to cease.
Little brittle ripples dancing on mossy pond
Haply our short trip enjoyed friendship bond.
03/21/20
Kim Rodrigues DWM Contest
Categories:
paddy field, appreciation, dance,
Form:
Verse
Pat my back for a while
Even your smile lifts my world
My troubles, they all fly away
Fly in whites in the blue sky
The paddy field is busy
The wind just love to slap my face
That is all I can say
It was a long time ago
You are on my bed
Lying alone, but of course, with clothes on
Started to sing along with the voices on the radio
Ah, it's still morning
Your shy demeanor caught me off guard
Sometimes wild, sometimes sensitive
You should know
I'm not talking about what you're thinking
Your warmth has reached me
It feels so unreal
But it did happen
A long time ago
Categories:
paddy field, growing up, happiness, how
Form:
Free verse
waters of Spring
in the paddy field-
green shoots in my heart
Categories:
paddy field, hope,
Form:
Haiku
In the countryside,serene and wide
Sprawling paddy fields on either side.
Yet,day by day, they fade away,
As the charms of nature begin to sway.
Houses rise where once greenery grew
Schools and brick fields now claim their due.
Tenant farmers toil with heavy hearts
As their cherished lands are torn apart.
Once rich in rice, the fields decline
As construction takes what was once thine.
The roadside bushes, a memory lost
And chongas(jungle myna) pecking now bear the cost.
Tarnishing the village where life was once thrived
The lovely paddy fields that grace the way
Are vanishing slowly day by day.
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Categories:
paddy field, nature,
Form:
Verse
Far away from our little village
In the middle of green paddy field
On the small mound the banyan tree was
Beneath calm and sweet shadow of green leaves
On the lap of this old giant tree
You and I were only there for our twin loving soul
Strangler figs were spreading all around of us
Flock of sparrows and tailor-birds were came to play with figs
Through the chirping and far loving speech of flute
My head was on your lovely lap
You cared my black silky hair by your soft finger
You drew fingers line on my face
Your lips penned best graph on my lips
My nose smelled fragrance of jasmine, tuberose, gardenia from you
And now
In this house you and I are alone
Balcony touches the green leaves of coconut tree
No parrots, no nightingales, no sparrows are around of us
Cacophonies of crows make us tired
My bald head is on your lovely lap
Now your old loving fingers care my white beard
Although no hair of juvenescent
The head and shrunk face still get your love
Kiss comes with tears of old age
As if we live as cast away dove
-October 22, 2018 Chattogram
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written on the sense of my old grandparents
Categories:
paddy field, love,
Form:
Free verse
Summer Fairy Land
Beyond mounds,beyond dells,
Thorough thickets,thorough nettles,
Athwart sludge,athwart crag,
Into creek,Unto mist,
I dost err upon the ether crest,
I dost stray deep brine,
Rovering hither and thither,
Forth pasty cloud saddle be,
Soaring swifter than the blazing speed,
Soliciting heaven's shower for the peasants
Flow! Flow!Flow!
Flow,thou summer rain pour,
Fall accessible unto plowed soil,
For boors sing their carol of high hilarity:
Ho-Ya-ya!
Greensward bides for bedewer,
Hopper delays to hop,
High and low:
Chirp-chirp -chirp
Far and wide hum,
Pipers doth sing dear,
Coo-oo...Coo-oo! Sing ecstasy.
Oxen bellow, kine low;
Let this weighty yoke be loosened ,
Toiling bulls whine,sigh.
Song thrush,with symphony,
Sing in sweet melody,
Lulla,lulla,lullaby!
Where the butterfly land,there land I;
On the periwinkle sepal I lie;
There I dance whilst bee buzz.
With summer breeze I do blow
Bracing tiring grower in paddy field
Oh! Mercy grower! Swallow me enough sip ! Air crys
Blithely,blithely, Yokel done and yearns ;
Churls unfold smile on lips,
Hope and fantasy lodge in their eyes,
Pleasant whoops,
I sow my yellow kernel below earth,
So shall I reap my fortune to yield lavish,
Leap and rest
I float back to the higher Elysium.
Blessed I!
Date :26/06/2018.
Categories:
paddy field, 12th grade, birthday, break
Form:
Blank verse
I rambled once, riding my bicycle
on a foggy day of winter.
The fog remained suspended long in the atmosphere -
so impatient I to go out,
for such a weather decades not seen.
Going farther and farther,
excited seeing the veiled country
on a lonesome village road not seen before,
the fogs dissipated; evening sun appeared
giving a pleasant apricity .
The countryside was calm, and gentle -
sprawling paddy fields, brown with stubble,
on both sides of the quiet, and peaceful road.
To the east, they stretched to the foot of the distant Blue Hill;
a grove of trees in the middle,
mist resting still at its foot,
while a few clouds seen floating above the brae,
top and above the idyllic blue hill.
There, a moment, I longed to sit
by the paddy field under the tree,
branches wide spreading
with a maiden of my imagination long ago.
Categories:
paddy field, nature, western,
Form:
Free verse
My best pleasure sight is
green paddy field in the meadow
My best taking rest in the afternoon
is under the big banyan tree shadow
When the spring comes my mango`s orchard
mild fregrance makes me passion
A cool Eastern wind helps me to
feel a natural beautiful fashion
I become crazy when the kuckoo
sings on the top of greenish oak
It gives pleasure and peace to me
when black beauty start kuhoo stroke
I can feel that the bird is
calling her first love
By saying that where are you darling
my sweet lovely dove
When they meet they build a new relation
A carry further the God`s natural creation.
Categories:
paddy field, nature, me, , sweet
Form:
10.
the apparent golden pot that i thought
to be the underneath of a kadam-tree
in the dim light i can notice that
the stars in the sky are disappearing
this session of poetry
is coming to an end
now where would i
go
to that little home
the home
a tiny word of 4 letters
within that home
the children are giggling
playing … and making funs
when i entered
with a tri-cycle in hand
for them
i have been perplexed
many old persons are waiting there
to shake hands with me
11.
almost most of my desires
are very much hurt
to show it publicly
i wrap bandages
around all over my body
i keep on the stage-drama
in our programme of reading poetry
tea is served twice
current has gone off for three times
for four times the mobiles ring
to pick up love
some people think about returning back
from today’s dais to the ancient stage
of performing folk-drama
then they are also sympathetic
to my sufferings
12.
everyday
on my way to return home from the school
when my mom took hold of my hands
i could see in my body
the dancing of an unforgettable
aura
even now that mystical halo is walking
on the leaves of the trees
to fulfil my mornings
that wayfaring along the road
is ringing far and far-off
thus taking bath in every day’s
dust smoke hue and cry
many such love
gradually gets aged
is it true
in the long run
i too
would be the ingredient
of a fairy-tale
just because i love
that paddy field
some time later
she will also become
human
13.
then she will make all of us
join her walking
those inmost feeling
those memories meditations
the loneliness and solitude…
sans the touch of the imagination of
a crater…
a creator…
this blunder…
this socially outcast white …
this type of uneven…
and irrelevance…
sume words
when peep in the mind
i surprise to see that
it’s ten to 2 at night
then in the balcony
my father is crying
he always notices some grave-yard men
in front of him
and sheds tears
Categories:
paddy field, romancehome, home, love, poetry,
Form:
Prose Poetry
The Cavity
I know of a man, who was digging in his field, he had seen
China on a map and wanted to go there, and by his estimate
China was just under his feet. It I was a cumbersome job and
the hole was deep almost hundred feet... and then its wall
collapsed- in a round hole there is only one wall- he was never
seen again. For many years when someone died in the village
the digger came, from it was said that so and so had gone to
China. But wait the story of hopeless travail didn´t stop there.
There is legend in Manchuria of a strange man who suddenly
appeared in a paddy field pointing to the ground looking for
a lost hole, said he wanted to go home which was impossible.
Digging a hole for yourself is not a smart thing to do, because
when you leave the safety of what you once knew there is no
telling what you might find, a gold mine or a rice paddy.
Categories:
paddy field, humor,
Form:
Sonnet
When I see my old lover
the grasshoppers on her cheeks
were unseen.
Her eyes became the
tomb of lost dreams.
Her stomach was like a
paddy field after the harvest
Her heart was like a
panting balloon.
Her body was like a
over ripe banana fruit.
When I see my old lover
the saffron sky on her face
had vanished.
And it has spread on
the cheeks of her
daughter.
Categories:
paddy field, loveold, old,
Form:
Free verse
On a winter evening,
along a lonely country road
I rode my bicycle and saw,
far ahead, a young couple
dressed in traditional
ceremonial clothes.
The setting sun cast it's light
as they crossed the wide paddy field,
brown with stubble,
quiet and still
May be they were returning home
from a religious ceremony,
a beautiful moment
I know will never happen again
in my life
Today, the paddy field
by the roadside is disappearing
and the road has started to buzz
with the noise of change
Categories:
paddy field, allusion, art, dad, fish,
Form:
Free verse