"Come With me lass, do you? for
Picking the wild-jack seeds up
darling, do you come with me girl?
Crouching in hut during knavish Monsoon
Body don't move when the sky become clear.
Seeds are there in the wild-jack's shade
We toilers too have something for our meals thus;
Come with me girl,
to pick up wild-jack-fruit seeds"
So Koran quoth.
"Though no pity in heart,
Don't you have blood in your eyes my love?
Reckon you not that a kid is here
who knows not 'this' from that?..."
Her plaint Karumbi whimpered out thus.
Putting his areca-sheath hat on his head,
In that dribbling mad rain Koran went out for food.
Holding her kid fast on breast, Karumbi,
wrapped up herself in the raw- blanket full.
With wild tubers, yam and berries,
River fish and wild-jack fruit seed
Beaming in his reed-basket
Koran reaches the hut.
"Hasn't the coffee peel boiled yet?
Then pour out a bit in the bamboo-bowl.
My head to foot shiver, though lass,
Push on the firewood to hearth"
The kid that was dozing fast on it's mother's breast
woke up anon (May be woken up with a pinch)
"How could I get up, this kid having slept not
Darling, don't you have the least sense that
we have a kid ?
Holding her child fast to her breast
And humming a lull, Karumbi grieved
Picking up firewood from nooks of the hut
And bunching them in handful size
Koran puts them into the hearth
Kindles fire and lays a fry pan on it
he roasted sand...
The coffee peal boiled,
Adding Jagger,pepper and ginger
pouring a bit Koran sipped
"Comforts to bounds" He sighed.
Palm kernel rolled on the seeds that are
bowled up roasted
The kid whined in pitch, swirling its limbs
snacking the roasted jack seeds
And sipping the ginger coffee,
Karumbi eyed at her Hus,
Koran leaned on swirling it's limbs
The monsoon wind flew so fast...