Jan 31, 2025
Srinivas Rayaprol
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Srinivas Rayaprol
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Godhuli Time | Srinivas Rayaprol
It is the cow-dust hour And smoke lies heavy over my head As I walk across these earthen paths And smells of burnt milk from inside Mingle with those from the fields outside.
I turn a corner And surprise a pair Besides the haystacks Whispering sweet everythings. She smiles and flies Like a bird, her anklets Ringing, her mirror-work skirt in a flutter While he plucks a strand of hay Foolishly from a corner of his teeth.
It is Godhuli time And darkness is but a few minutes away Man and bird and beast Turn towards the flickering lights That beckon them home And in the distance I can see The lighted windows of a fleeting train That has brought me here While my thoughts travel towards The home that I have never had.
Carol Rumens’s Poem of the week