The wind feels cool just like
the touch of my palm
Ice-cold when winter comes;
the tossing crowns
Of golden corn remind
my youthful days
When I as a lad raced
with calves and village boys:
With sudden rush and
cease a lilt of music
Passes through
undulating wavy grass;
Like minstrels at
wedding time who vie
With loud playing
sounds of trumpets and drums ;
Our village dames excel in drawing designs
With rice-powder and colors in front-yards
Our village dames excel in drawing designs
With rice-powder and colors in front-yards
Of our homes with
rhythmic ease and accustomed skill.
But me, too poor at
drawing those curves and dots;
As a boy I scribbled
sparrows and crows
With a coal-piece on
whichever wall I wish
And drew odd circles
and squares on sandy bed.
The fluffy floating clouds in various shapes
Tinged with crimson,
rosy and golden colors
Made a visual feast
to my wondering eyes;
Our elders after
their farming work sat around
To drink country-liquor
and drag back to their homes
With empty pockets,
groping through gloomy lanes;
For me the fields around with colorful
blooms and leaves
Showed
the thrilling art of Nature’s work;
Though I can’t capture those charms in
paint
I kept them safe within as a
treasure of dreams.
( I I )
“Why this fustian talk?”
you may ask; forgive
A village babbler’s
loose petty sermon:
My school teacher
oft used his rod to mend
My slogging brain:
he spared no stick or duster;
My parents beat me ,
but beyond letters
I never learnt: each
letter took a month’s labor
I sweated like a bull
goaded through rough furrows;
After my tedious
study time, my life
Took a happy turn; I grazed the cows and tamed
Them to yield milk
that fell with hissing froth
Into the pail; a delicious smell I
sensed
As I watched those
mild creatures munching grass;
My master praised
poesy as the food divine
That I treated as
Greek and Latin indeed:
In my broken dialect and
half-fledged tunes
I sang aloud amidst
the open fields
Unaware of my animal
friends and pals;
My friends called me a
bard in a teasing way;
I never cared: once when a
rambler heard
My song, he praised me
and danced like a doll
Clapping and whistling
with excited zeal
And gave me sweet berries with happy
looks.
( I I I )
Don’t think of me, a trumpeter;
I never played
Romeo like city youth
but chose to dwell
With my rustic maid
under the thatched roof
Though not so pretty as
flirting city girls
She gave me contented
joy and worked a lot ;
Not pestering me for
costly things and wealth
On festive days we had our joyous fill
On festive days we had our joyous fill
When all people sat
around in moon-lit nights
After their due
reverence to village temple gods.
With much delight I took
the role of serving food
Urging all to eat more
and more in liberal measure.
Not like these urban
folk with metal forks and spoons
But relish each morsel full with god-given hands.
I ply the boat too tied beside the sedgy banks;
With my leathern scrip, line and
rod
To deeper waters I row with
keener eye
Swinging my line with cautious twist to catch
A
bunch of silver carp,white trout or striped long eel
A
lush meal for me with country fowl and eggs ;
A
simple life I lead with my kin and mates
Not wishing for airy castles too steep
For my honest labor, humble means and worth
I
do thank God for what I am, My friends !
As
clear as a banana with its golden rind
Open,I laid bare my feelings to you;
I
end my confession too long I presume
Pardon me if much time I snatched from you.
***************************************************
24th May, 2018 Somaseshu Gutala
Note : 1. Country swain = a village youth
2. fluffy = soft like feathers
3. fustian = artificial
4. babbler = talkative
5. trumpeter = one who praises himself
6. scrip = (Archaic) bag
7. half-fledged = immature
*************************************
***************************************************
24th May, 2018 Somaseshu Gutala
Note : 1. Country swain = a village youth
2. fluffy = soft like feathers
3. fustian = artificial
4. babbler = talkative
5. trumpeter = one who praises himself
6. scrip = (Archaic) bag
7. half-fledged = immature
*************************************