I PROMISE A POEM FOR MY VILLAGE~by Rajendra Padhi

 

 

I PROMISE A POEM FOR MY VILLAGE

I promise a poem for my village
It is miles and miles away,
The outlasted hills apparent in mind
The size of the pond where
I fished Blurs in the cruel eyes of time.

What is the name of the girl?
I had lost my heart
I never hated her dirt in shirt
I wonder how I miss her face!

Still I wait upon things of my village
The faces like the dried leaves fall
Gathering cow-dung cakes in shed
Singing in paddy fields being half-fed
Fetching water from the well
Holding lanterns in hand in streets
Searching out naughty boys in play.

What was exactly my face I miss?
I search to see me in my village
I forget the songs my sisters sang
Brings tears the faces of past lost.

O! Why I got into the bus way to city
It never owns me though I earn a living
I am licking my own wound to heal
I weave a song for missing things in full.

Composed and copy right by Rajendra K. Padhi