VILLAGE BOYS

      VILLAGE BOYS

At the doorway of the village

Dawn scatters golden beams,

The curtain of mist bi-parts

Spring blooms in the sweet fragrance

Rocking band of birds in branches

Gentle breeze tunes the song

Moves through the paddy fields

Little village hero boys wake up

Wipes the gloominess on the face..

Yawning, whistles to the neighborhood

From the huts cooking aroma rolls up

Milking horned cattle’s in the shed

Watching the udder sucking calves

 Oxcarts moving with laden coconuts in streets

Hira hira,  whips strip thigh skin with hits.

 Bicycle bells ringing on the time.

The little roving gangs are ready…

Let us do the cattle’s   graze in fields

Climb on the trunks of a mango tree

Descend like bats and eat plums

Move with swarms in the wilderness

Tasting sweet honey and few stings

Haha laughs like crazy boys in pain…

Collect stumps from bushes  

So soon group the games  

Ends with the livid fights

Coloured buttons scattered down

The trousers wore are torn

Hey, Dude who is close to home

 “Throw them a bone” of the size

Wipes the gloominess on the face..

Attributes win the hearts

They are the village boys

Writing on the Mountain rocks

Carving names on the barks

Hiding tools in the box

Keeping always smile of friendship

They are village boys

In lunkis and turbans

Gather at the coconut farms

Toddy and the beedis on their Lips

 The cheerful party begins

 Lovesome boys became petty tyrants

Some elders gave beats with a cane stick

 Ayooo ayoo… Screaming for the help

Then jumping into the pond and swims

Taking bamboo poles strings and hooks

With earthworm baits, catching a lot of fish

 Kept in mudpot covered in coco leaves

Enjoying in the eves…the village boys

Enjoying each ride very carefully.

The lantern flared up into the streets.

The witch and wizards stories haunting

The Granny always warn with that

 Gleaming moon and scintillating stars in the sky

Flared up fireflies as buds in the bushes

The village stories and scary beliefs

Mesmerizingly comes and goes in their way

But they are brave and brash

Boys in the warmth of the blush

Endures pure air, water, and land

Lifetime happiness 

 Reborn in villages as village boys.