WONDERLAND

Walking through the fields under a mellowing Winter Sun

And with pals, relishing raw grains  from black gram plants ,

Some green gram plants there from neighbour’s farms too

Forgetting all about time, cuts on foot, wounds and woe;

When company of friends mattered above everything else

Love spread like Rabi crops overlapping boundaries among  fields

Pleasing farmers’ hearts with promise of big yields in the dale

Peace lay in the woods and groves softening breeze in the vale;

You were a small fun, a cool region under the shade of woods

Offering fistfuls of dust, sand and mud to build a sweet home

Your kisses were boon and festivals offered lots of lovely foods.

Where are you now ? Where are you  my old flame ?

My  love of ancient games, old fountains and clean sand bed ?

 Build me that bower and beautiful  airy dome

Bring me back to wet me, whet me in your sweet, little home.

Comp. n copy right : saroj k. padhi

04/11/14