Things of beauty do adorn these livers,
Basics of life have set in palms and plantains,
Mangroves, palms luxuriant with cedars
Are lapp'd up in meads by vales and mountains.
Plants do make their offerings round the year,
Honey n hens garnish up the daily meals;
Nature does tend simpletons like a mother,
They have forgotten their hearth for hills.
Love birds' refrains resound near, then far
Across riverine planes and hedges;
Up sprinkle the fountains purest nectar
Among bluebells, lilies and roses.
Frolic the urchins at everyday fest
On turf of lentils, melons, and jawars;
Toil the elders steadfast, and toast at rest
O'er country ale, rumours, game roosters.
Ill-cover'd humans are nature-borne,
Fabrics of custom conceal their shame;
To keep the clan pious n pure they've sworn,
And scripted their life in deity's name.
The deft and tireless hands ne'er ignore
The creation of arts, crafts, convention;
No care they dance to drums, and sing lore
And live their life no scorns or tension.
Together they're happy and secured
In their own fort of faith and freedom;
Many a calamity they've endured,
And dangers of pugs and pachyderm.
They modestly feel proud, out and out
On their own personal means and ways;
Survive they on labour as the support,
They make fortunes tilling nights and days.
Content are they with whatever hours do pay,
Ne'er beg they any, or ere none ne'er sway;
Vices they hate, and hate ruinous fray,
Virtues they practice and live thereby.
Reside does love and peace in dark and light,
And well in everything - even and odd;
Rain rolls down-hill and washes the tense feet
Off filth and fatigues of the Nature's horde.
The civility of the clan ain't a joke.
See, the coy lass and her modest wear;
The courteous hands serving tea and coke
To guests, from hospitable shanty door.
This's real, this's natural, this's purely a beauty,
The ugly intruders what see a waste;
But beautiful mind and heart of purity
Ne'er has spoilt eyes, ne'er does cease the quest !!!
-- N P Samal
Mangroves, palms luxuriant with cedars
Are lapp'd up in meads by vales and mountains.
Plants do make their offerings round the year,
Honey n hens garnish up the daily meals;
Nature does tend simpletons like a mother,
They have forgotten their hearth for hills.
Love birds' refrains resound near, then far
Across riverine planes and hedges;
Up sprinkle the fountains purest nectar
Among bluebells, lilies and roses.
Frolic the urchins at everyday fest
On turf of lentils, melons, and jawars;
Toil the elders steadfast, and toast at rest
O'er country ale, rumours, game roosters.
Ill-cover'd humans are nature-borne,
Fabrics of custom conceal their shame;
To keep the clan pious n pure they've sworn,
And scripted their life in deity's name.
The deft and tireless hands ne'er ignore
The creation of arts, crafts, convention;
No care they dance to drums, and sing lore
And live their life no scorns or tension.
Together they're happy and secured
In their own fort of faith and freedom;
Many a calamity they've endured,
And dangers of pugs and pachyderm.
They modestly feel proud, out and out
On their own personal means and ways;
Survive they on labour as the support,
They make fortunes tilling nights and days.
Content are they with whatever hours do pay,
Ne'er beg they any, or ere none ne'er sway;
Vices they hate, and hate ruinous fray,
Virtues they practice and live thereby.
Reside does love and peace in dark and light,
And well in everything - even and odd;
Rain rolls down-hill and washes the tense feet
Off filth and fatigues of the Nature's horde.
The civility of the clan ain't a joke.
See, the coy lass and her modest wear;
The courteous hands serving tea and coke
To guests, from hospitable shanty door.
This's real, this's natural, this's purely a beauty,
The ugly intruders what see a waste;
But beautiful mind and heart of purity
Ne'er has spoilt eyes, ne'er does cease the quest !!!
-- N P Samal
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