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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