The Sugarcane Army
Once in a hot summer eve
While moving through the ridge
I found in field, the army of sugarcane.
Tumult in green cap with white flowers
In black brown shaded uniform array.
Locusts invades swarming with sword
Fire and fumes here and there
In air ashes a lot flying in rave.
Bullock bells and peasant’s sound
Down under the Neem shade
Someone scratch me with a blade
Rust or smut or swarm doubt for eyes
It’s bleeding from fore arm seen
Looks around but no response
Yes it’s the leaf blade like sword
Shines in twilight, sways in breeze
Half hurt stem with leaf blades
Heeds the footsteps in active
Flapping birds, little frogs evade
In glee the sweet harvesting
Farmers loading bulks in pushcarts
“The defeated army won the hearts”
I took one to chew I forget the wound
Its sweet delight moves through fields
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