Trunk Road (An Impression of Assam) KENNETH V. DODGSON, M.D. |
Mist of morn at break of day: rati pua
— hovering over silent plains
— distant objects indistinct
— blurred in hazy grayness.
Through the mist the oxen plodding, cultivator walking
— bearing to the distant paddy
— plow and harrow for the breaking
— fallow fields awaiting planting.
Road yet wet with morning dew, quietness pervading
— broken by the bather bathing
— by the thumping, slushing, washing
— by the sound of bird awaking.
Blazing sun high overhead : abeli
— dark hard surface drying, steam rising
— deep green shades contrasting
— with the blueness of the heavens,
—with the whiteness of the clouds.
The road now full of life and sounds
— naked children laughing, shouting
— schoolboys walking with their fellows
— cattle grazing, young ones suckling.
Ox carts passing, creaking, groaning
—she goats bleeting, wee ones prancing
—chickens pecking, scratching, clucking
—goose and gander, honking, tooting.
