The song of the Unsung

The song is sung by a vagabond after gifting a village poor boy who is longing to play cricket with real cricket bat, ball and stumps

    The Song of the Unsung 

 

Under the breeze of  Neem, He stood positive, watching the play;

Face against the light grills covered the playground;

               Is  it Cricket? His legs swift in the clay;

Anxiety, longing, despondency covered him sound !(1)                  

 

Connect cloth of edges jagged; conceived an idea;

                        Took housefire sticks mom brought from forest;

Materialize the playground; closed up with panacea;

Ball, stump, bat became ready with his long, long crest!(2)                 

 

Played First ball: Oh! pasted cloth ball; the fabric is torn;

                Tried often and often; stumps set off to sticks;

Bat turned firework with mom’s beat remined the churn;

                Punching with a click, brought the clay with water in drips!(3)

 

Swift the clay ball with sticky bat and his shoulder with pat;

                Half a meter distance; it shucked the shoes; of wayfarer;

Tears in his eyes; Fear in his mind; dance in his legs; faint to be flat;

                                Guilt on his face, He walked behind the Rambler!(4)

 

Oh! How many balls, bats and stumps?  was it a toyshop?;

      It was a kids play heaven and a playtime paradise;

Got items of cricket in a child’s playland with a tree of hope;

                Vagabond left him behind, reciting the song of sunrise! (5)

B.Amutha      

Author's Note

This poem state the longing desire of the young village boy, who tried often fulfilled his dream by a wanderer