Cock-A-Doodle-Do

This poem is about the life of a remote indian village. How the day starts in a village. Priest is in a hurry to perform pooja, women starts preparing food, poor children are waiting for the sweets offered in the temple and the farmer is worried for the crops. And this happens daily. There is a mechanism in the life.

With the cock’s crow Cock-a-doodle-do
The clock striked 4 o clock
The dogs smelt of the break of the dawn
Lalli lit the hearth with fire
And lalla woke up with a stretch.

Kazri picked the water pot.

Put it on the edge of her waist
With a blow broke the silent water
She made the well to join the day
Pandit sprang up from the cot
Took a lota and ran to the temple
someone played the drum
And lit the diya to the deity
Some nude half nude children
Jumped to take the prasad
Pandit drove them away
With some dirty words
He said- O GOD
Bullocks jerked their neck
With feet bells making rhythmic sounds
Uncle drove the bullocks away
With a whipping he looked into the field
Far away someone shot a gun
birds in a moment went up in the sky
And thus the morning stood a still
This happens everyday
And this happens everyday

Lota : a small round hand held  metal utensil Used for keeping water, milk and other liquid.

Prasad  :  Sweets,  Offerings

Diya:
lamp

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