Village boys..

VILLAGE BOYS..

At the doorway of the village

Dawn beams, spring blooms

Rocking band of birds in foliages

The village boys wake up wake up

Wipes the gloominess on face..

From the huts cooking odor rolls up

Milking horned cattle’s in the shed.

 Oxcarts laden with vegetables moving in streets

 Bicycle bells in ringing at all times.

The little roving gangs are ready…

Let us do the cattle’s   graze in fields

Climb on the trunks of mango tree

Descend like squirrels  and waving hands

Move with the swarms in wilderness

Tasted sweet honey and few stings of pain

Ha ha laughs like crazy boys…

While going to the school

 walking through the fields

First reaches in the ground

Collected stumps from bushes  

So soon group the games  

ends with the livid fights

Colored buttons scattered down

The  Dude who is close to school

 “throw them a bone “ of the size

And move us in the class quick  

Like a Mr Cool  in childlike attribute

 Wipes the gloominess on  face ..

When teacher ask the question

Answer is “total mute”. wins the hearts

They are the village boys

Writing on the walls

Carving names on the  desk

Hiding tools in the box

Keeping always smile of friendship

Keen  to  school days

They are village boys

In Elders manner they make up

In lunkis and turbans

Gather at the coconut farms

Toddy and the beedis on their Lips

 The cheerful party begins

While the cattle’s hay that  catches fire

Screaming for the help

the lovesome boys became  petty tyrants

Some elders gave beats with cane stick

 Ayooo  ayoo ayayoo…

taking bamboo poles strings  and hooks

with little baits Catching lot of  fish

 beaded on strong midrib coco leaves

 then jumping into the pond like a spiderman

enjoying in the eves…

 villagers come in search for us

As dusk fell the lantern flared up into streets.

The witch and wizards stories haunting

As dusk fell Granny always  warn with that

 Gleaming   full moon and syntillating stars in the sky

Flared up fire flies as buds in the bushes

the village stories and  scary beliefs

Mesmerizes  comes and goes

But they are brave and brash

Boys in the day and night ,

Endures pure air, water and land

Pure love of hearts in home

Lifetime happiness for village boys.