Sunday, September 14, 2014


They all stood bent,
pulling the green paddy
from the water of a south west monsoon...
a song on their lips
a glint in their eyes
unfazed by the sun
their hands moved on.....

brushing the sweat with ease
they worked with poise
and a candour
that was unchained.

they would break from work soon
to partake a meal
below the huge timeless tree
and laugh and sing.

while i sit in melancholy
and hope to laugh

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