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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