Wednesday, 21 May 2014

GREEN

courtesy : google image

A young maiden of Rajasthan* sings

“Green grasses are in my dream

Just as those heavenly drops are

My heart breaks seeing these

Manes of a dead lion

Rooted in the ground

Let my long dark hair

Veil the blazing blue above

Let my tears and sweat

Reach their roots

So that they dream and be green”

Crooning thus the maiden

Walks through the sands

To make her pitcher full

                     

*Rajasthan is India's largest state by area. It is located on the western side of the country, where it comprises most of the wide and inhospitable Thar Desert and shares a border with Pakistan along the Sutlej-Indus river valley. Wikipedia

Posted for Susan’s MidWeek Motif ~ Green @ Poets United

15 comments:

  1. interesting...so is that an actual song or did you make it up for this poem? walking to fill the pitcher...gives us a different perspective on our accommodations.

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    1. the situation is real when the grasses lose their greenness and look like lion's mane...but the maiden's song...umm..i made it up for this poem...

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  2. Oh! And do the waters hidden beneath the sands show her the kindness she showed the dead lions? or does she only have her tears? It seems such an image of futility into which she spreads her grace.

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  3. Such a sense of place. So unlike my own and so descriptive. This is where the participation of people from the entire globe gives me a glow and a feeling of hope.

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  4. Although the labour is far from beautiful.you have painted this woman with much beauty and dignity..

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  5. So beautiful. Like Jo-hanna says, you really paint the atmosphere of this place. This is one of the things I love most about our blogging communities--taking us all over the world.

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  6. The image of the lion mane lying in the ground sticks in my mind.......I love the closing lines with the crooning maiden. Quite beautiful.

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  7. beautiful and so full of colour and life.

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  8. many great images here! nice work

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  9. This is beautiful, Sumana. To dream and be green sounds absolutely perfect.

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  10. What a beautiful and haunting poem!

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  11. beautiful poem like the maidens...

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  12. We more appreciate thing when our ' tears and sweat' inserted in it. ~ Wonderful poem!

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  13. Lovely piece. Am imagining again the sounds and colours of India. My dad is from India and I have been to many parts of India. A visit to Rajasthan someday! It will be breathtaking! Just like this poem. :0)

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