Hope

Punctured aspirations; Deflated resolve; Patchy existence; Guiding light; Tireless repair; New dawn! – Narendra Nayak © 2018

Ruminant Pursuits (Cud 1 of 2)

Eager they trudge from the stifling shed, at dawn the hoofed herd pure bred, mothers and calves together they tread, grunting and nudging by a doyenne they’re led. Moseying down the known tracks rusty red, the pastures of their dreams loom up ahead, now grazing at abandon till well they’re fed, and chewing the cuds …

For Bread They Fish!

Three fishermen ye three fishermen, set off before the break of dawn, from banks of mire to the river aflow, pushing the boat with all their brawn, dipping the oars in the cool dark swell, guiding the path to the nets they’d cast, wonder what fruits this dawn will fetch, earn some bread or is …

Sun-blessed!

As amber hues light up the dawn and black gives way to clear blue, the paddy fields rise grinning bright though laden fair with sparkling dew, as gilded rays of warmth arrive in reverence the heads of panicles drop, the sun then beams and blesses them for a healthy and abundant crop. – Narendra Nayak …

Mother’s Jewels

As a glad goodbye to the sweltering sun the dusty heated village bade, a gentle breeze came waving by a rousing promise of respite it made. The winds carried their clout aloft to push the sombre clouds away, thus was set the stage tonight for a magical dawn on the morrow lay. The night aged …