The Canal In My Village.

The  canal in my  village

The  gurgling water flows.

The  North is  The Direction.

 Tradition  speaks .The folks speak.

In them is ingrained  the

established   belief, North

is luck, North is fertility Myth.

 The river  carries  no  emotions

As of  now. But  when it is in

full   spate, fury  bursts.

The  farmers ,ritual believing,

Cook  sweet  pudding to offer,

to   propitiate   Sun God,

it  flows to feed many hungry,

Erases  the face of  Drought.