A Provoked thought

 

A Provoked thought

 

Often I wander with wonder

my past  six decades together

my village where I was born

the scenic beauties that, it, adorn

the mini forest with bushes, thorny

anthills, mongoose rabbits many

jackals foxes wolves hide in the day

birds with chicks in their nests play

red worms in mass swarming on field

on anthills the tasty mushrooms yield

the river’s murmur and swimming fishes

with evening wear of necklace for villagers dishes.

the river bank and on it evening breeze

howling of jackals en-mass us to freeze

without light in the darkness, the refugees we sought

for the protection of grandma/ ween fought.

Houses  with mud walls and roofs of straw

on both sides of the village path, then we saw

housing the villagers with their domestic pets

to aid income and to avoid wolves, and jackal threats.

on the mid path meet villagers each other

thus the bond of the society grew stronger

even the identity and ownership of each pet

from any of the villagers, one used to get.

contrast to then and now after decades

now I live in a city in a mansion with modern aids.

My sky-kissing mansion with houses many

more than our villages those looked tiny

with modern amenities and lift service at hand

social relationship, it is hard to understand.

My early days’ revelation

“Spread the population

on the banks of rivers

so also must be my village ancestors.”

Then to me it was known

many buried civilization

advanced at that age

devasted, buried under earth coverage

now excavated, explored by archeologists

and of our past progress, we take credit

but sure I am, their destruction

it was a failure of social relation

not living with nature and going against it

attempting to overexploit it to our greedy benefit.

as we listen to jackals howling no longer.

no bushes near our dwelling places appear

we do not know our neighbors yet

sharing lift for years and staying door next.

Comparing my village back six decades

now the city and mansion that I accommodate

this is my submission humble

with provoking thoughts ample.