Crossing Damodar

Monsoon on its last few days, 

it is going to make peace;

 water in it so green

the entire world in it.

The steamer is full,

veiled faces, tired frames,

bags full of week’s shopping,

child crying on her lap.

The lapping sound,

Water beneath chilled,

The sun above burns,

a confused world in between.

The shadow of my village in it

Coconut, beetle, palm

craning over it.

Far away I see her

red bordered white saree,

weak frame,

wrinkled skin.

Awaiting look in her loneliness

I’m  crossing the river to see

Who precedes me

Reviews

[Sujash I. Purna]

Very vivid! I could almost see the saree of which the delicate edge gently nods on a sweet breeze...

Beautiful! Keep it up!

[bethany cullen]

Very good:) I like the quote " tired frames" :)