Saturday, December 21, 2019

After Guardian’s The Corn-Stalk Fiddle



After Guardian’s    The Corn-Stalk Fiddle

The boon of a farmer is the day
of harvest when  his field is all
bloom and glow with shiny corn
enriching his  looks and mindset as well.
It is not like “burnished spears … of gold”
It is – mine of  gold coins all cut and set
For field mice  to ply and play unchecked.  

Your eyes catch corn stalks
That lie all around with yearning
Passion and care for you to pour;
 How many melody and songs
from the strings  and bow of the
fiddle of stalks lengthy after chisel !
it is  like collaborative birds in the
morn of greenery  clothed in sunny wisdom;

bow and fiddle from the same stalk
the proud owner is  happy  and ready
to improvise notes from his dainty tune.
It is slow  and low  for many wonder
wherefrom the sweet secret melody flows’

Then comes the dance of girls adorned -
Simple ornaments  dipped in beads
Of  bells    woven by grandma’s call
Preserved in chest of  oaken drawers.

My dream is well knit sleep-
Images of  colorful costumes
Shining  on corn stalk fiddle.



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