Listening to the heartbeat of a wagtail,
Running on the ground covered in dust and ash.
Sweating not in the summer heat, but lightly pressing
Its feet to the earth, scampering to her nest.
A crawling mongoose, with ferocity in her eyes,
Lurking creepily under the bushes, searching
For something to eat, now and then coming out
Into the sunlight, standing tall with her tail behind.
A few sheep grazing gracefully, quietly
To fill their larder. Once they go home
To feed their young ones with milk
Sweeter than nectar, nutritious and pleasing.
Every one of the old, surrendering
Their self to fight for their young.
Who sit and wait in the shadows to eat
And savor the tit-bits to grow up
And take the same care and share the same story.
-- Mohan
2 comments:
Until I was eight, I stayed in a house, where the surroundings were pretty much as described by you. I went back to that memory.
Today to see something like that, I will have to drive 10 KMs out of the city. And even if I stand and gaze at something like this, I will feel guilty about wasting so much time with all that work left behind.
#FAIL (The change, not your post!)
That's the only reason, even though I'm getting a meager salary. I stuck back in Mysore.
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