The Rusticity
Greeted by a cool morning breeze,
I'm unfolded to a place so serene
With a scented fragrance around, and
The vastness of blue canopy so exalting
Pleasing chirping and twittering
Replace the maddening modern melody
Patterned dew peeks at me with smile
Emanating fragrant air, just right.
The glorified sun creeps in majestically
Summoning me in whisper, to my daily toils
My spontaneous whistling attunes the oxen
Pulling the plough to furrow, energetically.
As the sun farewells through mountains yonder,
The birds nestle home gaily, tweeting
With the evening breeze sweeping my brow,
I gladly retreat to my straw hut, satisfied.
The night crawls in with its greatest gift
Brilliance, the stars canopy my world
As I lay on the porch, I mumble gratification
To my king and country - Bhutan for this peace.
A woman in rags with beautiful skin
Rusticity seen all over looking for a job
To her the village sky was too small to win
She wanted to soar in a city sky to probe.
Moved to the city so many miles apart
With her husband & daughter with wishes.
After some years the life gave a good start,
Her husband was attacked by paralysis
Lying in broken bed numb as a wound
Her salty tears deforming tiles of the premises
A life’s funeral procession was on its round
The man who loved her tore her to pieces.
She was still a beauty, accepted another
He made her laugh till she was in tears all
To her soul tears were like summer shower
She was happy that tears were enthralled.
As the time passed when her beauty doomed
Embellishing her neck and wrists with jewels
Used rouge, kohl and hair artfully combed
No semblance of the beauty with which she ruled
Heard the heavy steps on stairs in the night
Leading but to the bedroom of her daughter
Tears in eyes, heart torn, killed him with spite
Again cure for her was salty sweat and tears.
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April 4, 2014
Form : Rhyme
Thirst for Roses
A woman in rags with intelligent looks
Rusticity seen all over looking for a job.
The village sky was too small
She wanted to soar high in a city sky.
Lived in ten by ten room
With her husband & two children.
When the life gave a good start,
Her husband was attacked by paralysis
Lying in broken bed, numb as a wound
Her salty tears deforming the tiles.
Life’s funeral procession is on its way,
Make the way
Somebody’s existence is being robbed
Make the way
Let he be in peace with the Almighty
Make the way
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Date 9-11-13
Dr. Ram Mehta
First Place Win
Contest: Another day in Paradise by Jenish
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