Dad's Cowboy's Flute Poem by Konalli Rajeev Naik

Adored dad's bamboo flute
Sang the resonant ballads
Of the bullock ploughing fields.
Vow he was the replication
Of our Lord Krishna, the cowboy
In the times gone by.

But currently
He is a mute somber flute
Abandoning enchanting ballads.
At home he sits quietly
Like an idol of sacred bull
Facing the cheerful lord.

Gone are the days
Of sowing seeds
Transplanting seedlings
Reaping ripened crops
With the sweat streams
Of his sturdy limbs
Gently crawling down.

Though the children
Fly away abroad
As the outer husks
From paddy fly away
In the wind
He floats on
The flood of field memories.

The paddy swag pounding
Wind refills the harvest song
In his cowboy's bamboo flute.

A Poem By Konalli Rajeev Naik.