Golden Beads
The wind blows slowly and steadily
As
she sits looking at the greenery
The
golden sun also smiles
Her
ripen grains look like golden beads
Swaying
and smiling at her
Yes,
she wants them around her neck
Just
like a bejewelled bride
She
is coy, she is happy
She
has fresh dreams
Dreams
of the golden beads!!
Beads
which winds her dreams
Yes,
the beads which would fill…
But,
what is this?
Where
are my golden beads?
Alas!
My golden beads
She
wails, she curses…
You
mighty river…I hate you
Why
did you gulp my golden beads?
How
could you wash away my dreams?
My
dreams of the golden beads!!
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