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
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.
ReplyDeletethe 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...
DeleteOh! 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.
ReplyDeleteSuch 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.
ReplyDeleteAlthough the labour is far from beautiful.you have painted this woman with much beauty and dignity..
ReplyDeleteSo 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.
ReplyDeleteThe image of the lion mane lying in the ground sticks in my mind.......I love the closing lines with the crooning maiden. Quite beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThank you for this, Sumana!
ReplyDeletebeautiful and so full of colour and life.
ReplyDeletemany great images here! nice work
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful, Sumana. To dream and be green sounds absolutely perfect.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful and haunting poem!
ReplyDeletebeautiful poem like the maidens...
ReplyDeleteWe more appreciate thing when our ' tears and sweat' inserted in it. ~ Wonderful poem!
ReplyDeleteLovely 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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