The song of the Land

by Harry

Submitted by kokilagupta

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Look, these bunches of cassia flowers
blooming fresh in May rain showers
These dangling, emerald pods of peas
scaling walls right up to the eaves

Pumpkins ripening to amber hues
chilly pods burn red with untold rues
Bottle gourd blooms of diaphanous white
swaying in wind like fairies bright

In these mundane scenes, I feel rejoiced
for which I toil in the sun by choice
When berries swell, earth kisses my hands
I hum with the green the song of land.

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