Happy days are here again:)My poem titled “Night trip” has been published in the September issue of The Curlew magazine. Since it is a ‘print-only’ magazine I can’t share a link.I am attaching a jpeg of the page. I am also publishing the poem here
On the muddy rustic road, a bullock cart is going,
Underneath the bullock cart a dim lantern is swaying,
Ruffling grass along the way, a gentle breeze is blowing,
It is listening in on what the little leaves are saying.
On the road side, here and there, are little fireflies glowing,
In a greeting to the bullocks, their heads they are nodding,
On the borders of the fields the rodents are burrowing,
Onward moves the old cart with the bullocks gently plodding.
The bullocks are on auto pilot, their owner is sleeping,
Far above the mountain tops a silver moon is gleaming,
From behind the banyan tree a bandicoot is peeping,
Reflecting the moonlight, there a happy stream is beaming.
In the woods, beyond the stream, a pack of dogs is baying,
Flying round the lantern is a stream of insects singing,
The cart owner is lost to all this, his body is swaying,
The bullocks are marching forward with their bells a-ringing.
And here is a jpeg from the magazine: