By Vasudha Murthy
Unmindful of the dust
Filling their abode by the way-side
Sat the womenfolk of the gypsies
Wearing tattered embroidered clothes
Grubby tots suckling their ample breasts
Back-bent-brunt of wife-beating perhaps
Their deft hands weaving
Colourful gleaming carpets
Gossiping merrily
Laughter rhyming with their
Colourful bangles tinkling!
Dancing to the tiny boy’s tunes
The little lasses running around!
The men folk wearing coloured turbans
Smoking away to Glory!
Living in tents-bathing in the rains
Laughing away at the Sun glaring!
Worrying not of yesterdays and tomorrows
Many gone and many yet to come
Cursing not the Time and Tide
Living for today!
Those thatched tents
Reverberating with laughter
The soft crooning of a Mother
The singing bangles
The dancing anklets!
Passing by I mused
A Virtual Visual Musical
Spiritual Retreat is this
Almighty’s lovely gift to these folks!
Here today gone tomorrow
Life moving on leaving behind
Those abundant colours radiant
Shimmering Carpets
Grim reminders of these deft hands
Waving gleefully to bygones and
Yet -to-comes !!
Wonderful Vasudha madam!!!
Hai Vasu
So near yet sofar we need have a get together as its quite a long time..
Really, U R gifted person . Lets have some more from you
Wonderful Vasu!!! Your words painted a beautiful picture in my mind. I loved how the poem brought the scene to life with such a beautiful description!
So simple and yet so deep! Very well composed.
Wonderful poem Vasu 🥳👍
Keep up with the legacy that you are gifted with. All the best for your future ventures 😃🙏❣️