Three Mountain Girls - Poem

Green mountain peaks,
As far go eyes,
Ranges illuminating as gold,
Sun rising in the sky,
The blue sky so close,
Got easy plucking stars,
Still chillness in breeze,
No bird willing to rise.

Bells ringing in temple,
Load Shiva arrived,
Village looked awoken,
Cows standing tied,
Cats sitting on slate roof,
Smells milk boiled,
Jacky barking there,
Means guest arrived.

Three Mountain 

Saru going for grass,

Calling two girls outside,
Coming, searching my sickle,
In musical voice, Who replied,
Talking Vimul and Paru,
What happened yesterday,
Cat overhearing their laugh,
Near Jacky standing,
Staring at a cock,
Goats’ herd passing,
Get aside, Paru cried,
While  bubuji coughing behind,
Bulls going to plough,
Nantino get aside.

A girl with sickle,
Running down the stairs,
Spilling her blossom everywhere,
Some turned into roses
Some fountains and streams,
Her smile appeared,
Flowers borrowed the colors,
In front of her height,
Shorter got Pine,
In front of her blossom,
Her blouse got tight,
On her hips striking long hair,
To cover her beauty,
Saree shorter appeared.

A group of girls, walking uphill,
Why Jacky, following behind,
At top of the mountain,
A straight narrow path awaiting,
Who was the witness,
Of yesterday episode,
Uncountable peaks,
A Deep blue sky,
He waiting for her,
The cold wind whispered.

Vimul, Paru climbed on the Oak,
Saree tied around their waist,
Sickle swinging east and west,
Saru, down collecting twigs of Oak,
Turned behind felt a gentle tough,
wanted to be a artist at that time,
Would paint persuading, 
Their beauty looking that time.

The sun at top,
Glaring at them,
Their cheeks appeared,
Like juice red apple,
 Sweat on their face,
Breeze playing with hair,
When top button got undone.
Saru unaware,
Let’s have some rest,
I am done.

Both came down the tree,
Saru found a blush on their face,
Paru walked up to her,
Covered her cleavage,
Breeze whispered,
He enjoying the sight.

The Fountain

Vimul, Paru splashing fountain,

While Saru wiped  fair face,
Dove sitting on the Pine branch,
Seemed persuaded,
By her outlines and curves,
Singing old love song,
for it was heard,
He was in love.

All sitting on mountain edge,
In front open sky,
In sight all mountains range,
Wrapped in wedding silver dress,
Where Cool breeze eager to talk,
Sky ready to disclose his heart.

Nose felt fragrance of Peach,
Found Paru peeling, sitting on grass,
 Cucumber’s long pieces ready on wide leaf,
While Vimul unfolding the leaf,
Kumao aroma filled in air,
A green paste,
 Made of green chili, garlic, and salt, 
Why my tongue,
Refusing to talking,
Eyes staring Cucumber, Peach
Cucumber, Peach wrapped in green paste,
Sorry my tongue got eager to taste.

Vimul, Paru, Saru the three,
 Climbing the mountain,
While laughing, cutting, stacking long grass,
A fresh smile blossomed on Saru’s face,
Felt someone ticked on her waist
Turned behind,
Found no one there,
But playing naughty, a straw of long grass.

The Pine Cone

Cones jumping from the Pines,
 With shout of extreme joy,
And sliding down with little cry,
Scared Rabbit hiding around,
You could hear,
 Sickle cutting long grass,
All sickle got in rest,
When heard cone’s excitement around,
Saru ran as breeze,
 Grabbed  some cones,
Came back, and catching her breath,
Blouse buttons again got undone,
 Blossom of sixteen peeking outside,
Pine-cone seeds splitting around,
When cone struck against a rock,
Talking someone near,
Deer overheard the laugh.

Mountains vibrated,
When lion roared,
Grass bundles on heads,
The three in a line,
Taking long steps
Saru at front, while Paru following behind,
A flock of parrots flying over,
Like Indian jet protecting their line,
Birds on the trees singing evening song,
While Fountain and breeze dancing behind,
Forest slowly hiding under dark,
While red sun peeking,
 Behind, the mountain far.

The narrow path met,
In morning where had left,
jumped with joy when saw the girls
Held hands , started walking ahead,
Both turned behind,
 Heard dropped something there,
Oh vimul lying on the path,
Rolling down the Bundle of grass,
 In pain, Vimul’s tears spilling on leaves,
In morning, people droplet them call,
Rolling bundle far down went,
Stopped Breeze for a moment,
To give hand there,
Stopped birds their song,
And fountain asked any help.

The Droplets

Darkness busy covering mountains range,

Few stars came early in sky,
Breeze started blowing again,
Seemed everything got all right,
But grass bundles two left,
One scattered deep down in a stream,
The antagonist carrying it away,
What I say to mother?
Vimul dear thinking, drifted somewhere,
Make bundles three of two’s,
Saru gave childish smile,
 The two glittered in replay.

House left a few steps away,
Children playing outside,
Line of smoke, flying out of house,
Goats’ herd jumping in fields,
Jacky seems following behind,
Smell of house everywhere,
Seems their destination arrived,
Saru motioned to breeze,
The three girls whispered something there
While the breeze didn’t let me hear,
Mean Saru knew,
 I was there.

Arvind Kumar 

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