Olden Is Golden
Olden Is Golden
God made this planet for nature’s journey to begin
From the wed of water and land, all the rest is begotten
Life then came by a spark radiated from God’s heaven
Before this origin of matter, a force of Him reigned benign
Animals came before all humans to this earth not so long ago
But today we all humans exploit the nature as others forego
After God made all, He then blessed each with the equal right
But we the greedy humans have become the demigods might
A scenic village on the lap of a river was a treat of nature
As a diamond ring of a wedding bride it shone brighter
Silvery water nurtured the golden land to feed all humans
Maverick azure perpetual calmed the mass on even terrains
Life was blessed like that of a destitute who had feasted on fast
To hide his hunger for months and years as a curse from a priest
Whom he annoyed and angered for denying a glass of water
In summer but was finally salvaged by his sprinkle of holy river
The village was a happy home where all lived in veneration
That housed the people of all ages who lived for generation
Was envy of the neighbors as each shared his joy and pain
Of others who toiled for harvest but cried when anyone gone
When God made human, gave him a sharp mind with a golden heart
Like peace and suffer that must visit each mortal like dark and light
If not, then with all peace the world would become a real heaven
If not, then with all suffer the world would become a hell barren
The village had the peace of heaven and suffers of the barren hell
A herd of jumbos spoiled their crops at the apt time of harvest bell
There was no way to find a solution to that real serious problem
Even the government failed to address their plea so all had lost calm
All shops were closed as the roads were shut on outer of village
Weddings were denied on the ground of animal’s violent outrage
When all was stopped, they confined their lives to their homes only
They paused their living to save the lives of members of every family
One by one then people begun to die of hunger and drought
But nothing could rescue them as their misery lives were cursed
Even God’s heaven is cursed by an ominous bane of extinct end
He tests its worth to bestow His kind blessing to gleam golden
Being a mundane human’s abode it had to pass the churn of time
The village head was wearily worried for his entire race’s survival
He then called a meeting of all family heads to discuss the danger
Joined in the dome of a temple to save their lives marred by insecure
The meet bore no fruits as each had his solution for the bestial cruel
One told to kill the jumbos by guns but banned by the authority local
One gave his opinion to stage strikes at all offices of the government
One urged to recruit a few mahouts while others remained very silent
No road could they find to escape from the clutch of bestial agony
No hope could they find to make their place a livable for progeny
So, decided to stop the birth from the womb of each village mother
To end the race with no infants who mustn’t face the wrath of nature
No sense could be made as all were speaking about their life’s distress
They began to fight with each other in the dome of the temple’s holy place
The village head sat in his chair in closed eyes to find a suitable solution
He roared like a lion to pacify the mass to hear him out for his apt decision
The dome was dead silent by the thundering roar of the village head
He showed them his red eyes to restore the sanctity of God’s abode
He looked around like a king and begun to speak in his baritone voice
They must search for a suitable place to shift the entire village race
Neither had faith in the officials local nor capable of solving by themself
They mustn’t decide their end as each came to the world by God’s will
They mustn’t wage war against Him in a gradual process of mass extinct
The race must be saved at any cost in order to obey the almighty’s verdict
All agreed to the decision of the village head as it sounded quite sensible
A team was formed to find a new land to resettle the village habitable
They soon found their future home on a vast stretch at one foothill
No fear of elephant was there as it had long banks of river’s open marvel
The entire village shifted to their newfound place in a phased manner
The old and the children were first to board the Lories and cart puller
Men followed women to vacate the cursed valley to their new home
All had shifted except a few youths to offer the last prayer at idol sanctum
Homes are places of care and share where all live under the roof of houses
It is like an oasis amidst the unknown desert of human born malices
So, when all live merrily, even a thatch home becomes God’s heaven
But if discontent disturbs the peace of home, each lives as an island alien
But homes are the shades in the burning summer under a family tree
Rests a traveler to set forth his next lap of a journey to tread as born free
All homes are the houses of relations but all houses not homes blissful
They left their houses for their new homes in the hope of lives beautiful
One old couple were found living at river end in a rugged bamboo thatch
They denied going with them as the childless couple was a perfect match
After all others had failed, the head counseled them with his folded hand
Like a firm rock were they unmoved in decision to live until their life’s end
A silvery moonlighted the tender night as cool breeze hovered from south
The lone couple sat outside the hut humming a folk song heard from birth
Of an old king abandoned by his children to rob his wealth and head’s crown
But in absence of all how he lived a life filled with joy with an abandoned orphan
On a new land a fresh life was bestowed upon the mass by Mother Nature
Whom they had cursed once as an ill abomination of the jumbo adventure
Nature is like a mother who does not see the unrequited love of her children
Who dry her source of milk to feed our timeless hunger of needs infinitum?
Time rolled days, months, years like the wheels of a chariot of destiny
On the plane of time in the quest of luck and a life of timeless eternity
The sole couple vowed to live their own life Godly and lucky to save the soil
On that they were born begotten innate-like a dream from a poet surreal
When all had left they were left with the long lines of lovely lilacs
When all had left they had a pact of peace prolong to prove pivot
To save their deities of home, barn and vast stretch of green valley
To feed them in winter and summer to prevail their aura eternally
Being lonely and being alone are the two wanton babies of solitude
One dwells in the dark dreary dreams like a guilt of the past haunted
Amidst all peace and joys of the present it sinks the soul to hell fetish
If robed by the gifted relations also how would it salvage the sin malice?
Other one is a pride of her mother, flies in the skies of present and past
In search of new times as an unquenched discoverer of sea-like life’s quest
For him all pains are gains, thirsts are crests, hungers are timeless all seeker
Of love, lesson and longing to gift humanity a second home after all over
The left lot begun to prosper and master the new found land
They built houses for all and temples for community errand
All roads came up with drains that were absent in their old land
They made schools by their united will, also dug tens of pond
Happy was their lives like the fly of an eagle in the vast sky
Years passed like waves of clouds, the village was never dry
The kids grew as youths, many old were dead, all brides came
Like a phoenix they rose from the languid ashes of mighty time
The bad luck banged their doors again after almost a decade
A man with a siren pasted orders to vacate their homes hundred
An industry of power would come upon their area resettled
A month’s time was given to them to leave their living cradle
Unaware of the fact that they all were living on a private land
Now they had no place to live, not even an inch of land to stand
The head was dead long before this ominous day of unseen havoc
The same old team decided to return to old land on cart bullock
Fear of losing their old homes gripped their hope of return
A clear of confirm was necessary to relocate to their lost heaven
If it was gained by someone in the name of prolong vacation
Where would they go from there with their olden and children
Hopes are like floating boat in turbulent river of streaming upward
In spite of sailor’s best art the ferried cannot certain their escapade
When time is bad no fortune can save the fooled luckier of the world
In the fire of struggle if one burns his thread-like-patience in oil hope sacred
To save a family was easier than saving a village amidst all dry hope
But all planned to end their lives their new try would be ending as flop
The thought was very scary as they had tens of children innocent
Who had known nothing except their mother and father prudent
The team revisited the same old abandoned lost valley of elephants
But were lost on the bank of a river as all about to die as mendicants
A light from the farthest cottage finally lighted their hope of survival
They ran towards it in the hope of rescue from that unknown jungle
The place was familiar as they had played their ring-roll on the street
But it housed a green valley of rice, banana, wheat, papaya and carrot
The aroma of rose and night queen refreshed their memories childhood
Were amazed to see the old valley had turned into a green wonderland
They were stopped at the main gate by guarded security personnel
He seized their cart doubting as thieves and dragged them to a hall
Where one old man sat in a high chair circled by tens of foreign dogs
He sat silent as a maid came with a few cups of tea in scented jugs
He waved his hands to release the intruders as they were deadly scared
He offered them seats to inquire as they stood with their hands folded
He combed his long beard in closed eyes to hear their cause of intruding
He banged a bong to call his bulging man to throw them out of fencing
He got angered by their lame plea for trespassing into his land territory
He shook his head in blind denial of seeing the land of their old prairie
He stamped by his foot to vent his amber of anger in a ferocious enrage
He scolded them all and their ancestors as unknown sinners of sacrilege
Who had orphaned their motherland in a false pretext of bestial outrage?
Would they be called as nurturer of holy deity whom they had prayed for ages?
Why they be called humans as they had left their ever-giving mother nature?
They must be sent to the hell to die like insects as they had betrayed her forever?
After returning from the valley they stood dumb like a forbidden corpse
They had no courage to open their mouth as their race had become farce
They stood silent dumb like a loser warrior who gave up arms before enemy
Their end was visible in near future that would finish all including all progeny
They narrated their ordeal of revisiting the bygone green valley of wonderland
Women thumped their chests and banged heads on the walls of temple stand
The babies were left on the grounds to cry uncared by the agonizing mothers
The entire village started to assemble in the dome of the temple for prayers
They all were ready to end their lives in mass without hope of a near survival
The main gate was closed to eat the poisoned food touched by the sacred idol
They closed their eyes in the remembrance of forefathers and the pious deity
They held each other’s hands to be born again in the next life in a soul purity
A sudden deafening bang on the doors of the temple paused their mass suicide
They stopped eating the holy food to check if the knocker was not a thief petite
A few rushed to the door to know the cause of sudden disruption of venom feast
A man stood in front of the door with a letter sent from an unknown old guest
A youth snatched the letter from him like a preying cat pouncing upon a rat
He shut the doors of the temple with a big bang and returned back in fret
All eyes were fixed at the restless man who climbed fast to a stiff step
He waved a saffron letter tied in a yellow thread dotted by a tinsel crop
Anxieties grew, impatience brew as the letter looked like deity’s sacred robe
An aroma of incense changed the odor of the venomous palm of marred mob
He opened the letter while all paced towards him like hungry ants circle a sweet
The letter was short but written in a stumbling letters as if written by an infant
“I am the abandoned old man from the valley of yester year whom you had left
Before a decade in that orphaned valley of holy deity and terrain of jumbo violent.
I stayed back with my old wife who is still fine by the bless of the deity of the valley
We were alone but never lost to loneliness as nature is our soul-mate lovely
We breathed the air of serene profanity blowing perennial from the river end
We drank the water rolled down from the zenith of our tall mountain friend
We ate the fruits from everbearing plants of our encircling forest grandfather
We lived with beliefs as our gods, duty as our devotion and hard work as our prayer
We passed nights without food and sleep but not in fear of the violence of beasts
We begun to fight against all enemies of adversaries with our above three trysts
We learnt wisdom by caring nature like our own mother who never takes in return
But she gives all what she has in her possession from her head sky to the earth bottom
Come back to your own homes soon as these are your places of births and deaths
Come back to your own terrain to regain its lost beauty of the barn, breeze, sheathes
Come back to your own valley to restore its lost glory of the fathoms and anthem
Come back to your soul as you are his bodies multiple who had bared him in mayhem”.