The valley is alive with its first rain.
The river is mad smashing the pristine banks,
carrying ants snakes.....flora from distant mountains
Chill and shiver ..the swaying paddy fields.
It will ..it will merge the drying ponds
The fishermen who smoke rolled tobacco leaves
Are casting their net from elephants .
Smoke is rising from a village
hidden behind the bamboo bushes.
Where women are lighting diya
On a banana leaf with vermilion and mustard oil
And setting it on the water
And the light from the diya falls on her eye
Her feline aborigine eyes
And damn I don't have my camera
And if I have it ...it wont focus
(This is a dream)
The river is mad smashing the pristine banks,
carrying ants snakes.....flora from distant mountains
Chill and shiver ..the swaying paddy fields.
It will ..it will merge the drying ponds
The fishermen who smoke rolled tobacco leaves
Are casting their net from elephants .
Smoke is rising from a village
hidden behind the bamboo bushes.
Where women are lighting diya
On a banana leaf with vermilion and mustard oil
And setting it on the water
And the light from the diya falls on her eye
Her feline aborigine eyes
And damn I don't have my camera
And if I have it ...it wont focus
(This is a dream)
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