Thursday, September 17, 2015

Paddy in Field!

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Farmers and oxen
Prepare bed for seedling kid.
Rises Rice in field.

Grins Dawn, hums Paddy
Soft melody; join little
Birdies in Chorus.

Seedlings are in youth,
Attain Rice-pals adulthood
Grinning much gaily.

Lift in hand bunches
Of blooms Paddy in field; spreads
Fragrance all around.

Taking flowers in
 In hand Wind smiles lovably; shake
 Head Paddy in glee.

The philanthropist
Paddy feeds and fills stomachs.
A sense of pleasure.

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19 comments:

  1. Yamini MacLeanSeptember 17, 2015 at 11:33 AM

    Hari OM
    ...oh what a lovely concept - the philanthropist paddy! YAM xx

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  2. Ankita September 17, 2015 at 11:29 PM

    beautiful pic with a literally graphic poem! lovely :)

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  3. smSeptember 18, 2015 at 12:14 AM

    taking flowers in hand wind smiles
    beautiful

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  4. Vineeta YashswiSeptember 18, 2015 at 3:07 AM

    Taking flowers in
    In hand Wind smiles lovably; shake
    Head Paddy in glee.

    nice lines...

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  5. VinithaSeptember 18, 2015 at 9:04 AM

    Beautiful. :)

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  6. SGSeptember 19, 2015 at 12:44 PM

    Beautiful poem and lovely photos.

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  7. Sai CharanSeptember 20, 2015 at 3:12 AM

    The poem describes nature at it's best :) Paddy fields definitely give pleasure - the fresh green colour, fragrance and they dance with the wind when ripe and ready to harvest :) Well written.

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  8. Amrit SinhaSeptember 23, 2015 at 8:56 AM

    Thanks to the farmers as well :-)

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  9. rudraprayagaSeptember 23, 2015 at 9:02 AM

    Thank you,Amrit.

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  10. Joseph PulikotilSeptember 23, 2015 at 10:14 AM

    Hello,

    Beautifully written poem. The following words captivated my attention.

    Taking flowers in
    In hand Wind smiles lovably; shake
    Head Paddy in glee.

    These words transported me to my childhood holidays in Trichur. My mother,my siblings and I went regularly to our native place in Trichur and visited our relatives living in different villages. We used to start early in the morning and walk through pathways in the fully grown beautiful green paddy fields. When the wind starts blowing the tall fully grown paddy plants bend and sway alluringly to one side with a swishing sound. It was a magnificent sight and music to my ears which I can never forget.

    Lovely poem.

    Best wishes

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  11. LocomenteOctober 12, 2015 at 5:30 AM

    Very vivid... a thought well conveyed :)

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  12. rudraprayagaOctober 13, 2015 at 8:59 AM

    Thank you,Loco.

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