KARUMBI AND KORAN

"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...