Melancholy of Meadows

The soft music of the shepherd,

The bleating of a flock of sheep, 

Melodious songs of the young shepherdess,

Green Meadows spread over acres,

Chill breeze over the mountains,

Rare scene indeed for today’s youth,

Unheard is the songs of the farmers,

Happy tunes to make mother earth greener,

Pleasant melodies to reap as well as sow,

In harmony with the little birds chirp on the trees,

Sound of water from the nearby well attune to these songs,

Rare sight of green mother earth,

Mud and thatched huts with dunk floors,

Clay walls, which would melt like a farmer’s heart,

Earthen vessels to cook healthy food,

Food with no artificial flavoring and coloring,

Families sit together for a hearty meal,

Rare spectacle indeed in modern world,

Sparkling, azure blue, crystal clear river water,

Flowing down the lane, with a musical note,

Young village women singing tunes of beloved,

Bathing and filling their mud pots with water,

Laughter and merry all around the place,

Rare sight indeed in our concrete jungle,

Laughter of young lovers,

Somewhere in the sugarcane field,

Sweet talks and worriless dreamy world,

Enjoying the taste of the stolen ripe mangoes,

Running about without other’s knowledge and flirting,

A rare scene for city dwellers,

Red soil, muddy and dusty lands,

Undressed young children playing in it,

For them muddy soil and clay serves as a dress,

Taunting Sun never disturbs their hunt for Chameleons,

For all they think about is the game they play,

Rare thing to do for today’s kids,

Dance of joy in merriment,

Women holding hands and enjoying,

Work done in total happiness, by sharing and caring,

Neighbors share their day’s broth with each other,

Evening’s talks about the woman, who fled,

Rare scene for modern workingwomen,

Taintless, pure, water from heaven,

Showers of blessings for every farmer,

Dances of merriment for women and children,

Thunder and lightening unheard music for all,

Joy for all from seeds to shepherds, farmers to folks,

Rare to enjoy the rain in our life,

Gone are the melodies of life,

For we threw them away in exchange for modernity,

Far across the mountains and rivers,

I hear the melancholic tunes of the meadows,

Beckoning mankind to return for everlasting joys,

In the lap of Mother Nature….

Will we respond?