Poetry

My Village in Punjab
by
Sat Paul Goyal

My Village in Punjab
(Sat Paul Goyal)

 My village
Girdled by trees
Rivers
Honey-gathering bees
Fluttering butterflies
Forests lit by sparkling fireflies

 Farmers on bullock carts
Dancing and chanting hymns
Lotus-eyed brides with copper lips
Carried in flower-decked chariots
Dreaming of love’s sweet ecstasies

 We slept on house tops
Watching stars and moving clouds
Smelling mangoes and blossoming jasmines
Earth’s fragrances in the monsoon
Morning mists and the temple bells
Hearing the whispers of the divine
Celebrating the festival of cosmic rhythms

 My village in Punjab:
An island of curiosity
And a heaven on eart

(8 April 2006)