SOUL’S Theater (Chapter 1) by Hendrix Rahul

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Awesome !

Reached finally do i to the village ,grown with love and care was i where.

Four ‘O’ clock in the evening it is ,and the sunlight is quiet amazing what i feel.

Amazing not because i reaped my crops ,same it is throughout the globe.

Awesome breeze and a cool kind of weather,

Pleasing my heart , pleasing my soul.

Place of the grandparents surrounded my soul .

Tendered it, loved it ,delighted it, felt so,

I filled ,so my soul .

leafy bamboo to surround and protect.

Eyeful it seems its charm and enchantress.

Glanced do i the splendor of the hut,the hovel,the wickiup and the hogan.

Better i found them all, than the concrete construction, to which they all stand tall.

Delighted and Relished me, went to dream,

On a bed of four legs of sakhua and four frame of bamboos for strengthening .

Comfort and serenity of its but lies in the art of weaving it.

Taught me my Grandpa, was i his new wings,

Farmers we are, nurturing crops to feed the human beings,

A nap is needed for the betterment of human beings.

lessons of his, i still remember

So i decided to nourish thoughts, for i was born as a farmer.

Grandpa once took me to the pond he made ,

And showed me the worthless ladyfinger’s stem,

Spoiled and Stingy though it was, Cherished Grandpa had a smile.

Asked he than to me, take off the peels and and sun-bake it.

‘San’, he took them, the sun-baked peels

Used his both hands to weave a cable of it.

Strengthen he then with a special tool of his

Weaved we then the bed, making marry still i am of it

On the four legs and four frame of weed.

Relaxing i am under the roof of mine,

made it’s of many, sliced cylindrical soaked  blended and baked fine.

Kept in a row over sliced bamboo lines.

Artistry it is, the gravitating drops of rain,

Dive they down, forming a long chain.

Few drops of them, sparkles on my face

See myself when, as young me.

Grace and grandeur of the sun rays ,

Coming which are from the potholes of dome

Floating dust and its path, forms a circle on my heart.

Lost in thoughts and emotions, slept i

Found my friend in front of my eyes.

Smiled we both at a time, as i wake up

The same elegance and graceful smile which i remember,as young i.

Words were useless what he asked me for.

Walked we both to the place we know.

To be continued with next chapter …

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