My Village Part 3 Village Belles

My Village

Part 3

Village Belles

 

 

After an introduction

to Lord’s manifestation

in trees, paters, and stone

for the villagers’ protection

peep in me my gratitude to chalk

on my adorable village womenfolk.

in my village, they were not born

but a life long they struggled, it to adorn.

At an age when at present to play and chat

on marriage their villages they had to part

carrying a family burden on their shoulders

to nurture old in-laws and fickle youngsters

and also lending support to their spouses

to sustain the social obligations of their houses.

Adopt, they soon despite their age and wisdom.

Salutes mankind, to their endurance awesome.

They turn poetess and singers from heart

composing on sport singing when some part.

Their tongues curl and produce such sound

to receive the propitiation Lord gets bound.

The arts painfully encrypted on their physique

modern man may criticize but it had its thrill and mystique.

Though born and brought up at far off places

their bondage for a joint effort find no differences.

on a husking pedal, their joint efforts amaze all

Wonderfully synchronize they with their gossips or carol

their group visits in morning and evening to the river shore

with rising or setting sun on the horizon no poet can ignore.

their gossips with many grapevines and spiced many a story

modern criticism on their backwardness never robs their glory.

their change cloth after bathing in river

an act oft repeated but remains a wonder

Some of them must be the originator

cashless tardae with exchange barter

From cloth to bangles, utensils to dry fishes,

any crops can be negotiated so that none loses.

the decoration on the mud wall or on muddy floors

with colors from grains and leaves, world adores.

their support in the crops field

after completing the household works add to the yield.

their addresses to one another create unique bondage

Jhampa Ma,Ketaki bou, Baul many such names as per age.

If a mother was weak her child is breastfed by another mother

“Whether based on this Krishna went to Gopapur” now I wonder”.

Endless will be my story if I recollect on them my feel

Tears roll, as all have been crushed by time by its wheel.

 

 

(Prasant Kumar Routray

In service of Lord)

 

 

(N B This the third part of my journey to tell on my village. On this topic I have failed to touch even a( microsome is names called yn Oriya languages.)