Auguries of Innocence... 

to see a wildflower in a grain of sand... 
“My childhood permeates through me like water, fluid, memories forms, shapes, smells, soil farm and the farmer  their lives are inextricably interwoven with mine as my mind keeps shuffling through my childhood memories my past is my best friend, in which I am at one with the farmer and her family... The farmer venerates the earth She is in awe in love with the weather cycles cycles that influence earth’s moods her textures, her often benevolent powers... parched and brown in summer loaded and verdant though the monsoon mellow through the autumn and spring when the harvest is done covered by mist as the dew drops sparkle on flowers and leaves through the chilly, sometimes bitter winters of ours...  The earth is magical, mystical through the year and the farmer finds every new way to thank mother earth for her blessings blessings that sustain her and her family...

 
I find their veneration magnificent, monumental and sacred I pay homage to a melody often discordant and abrasive yet soothing all the same an ode to the reaper...  Bhoomi. Earth. Mother. I find her unique and like divinity ever pervasive in my life in its sounds, colours and forms abstract like the tiny hills that divide the plots... full like my imprint as I ran on them through summer, rains and winters reminiscent like that lost poem which the memory tries very hard to rediscover... Grateful that the farmer, still sustains me
Still.” 

Poem by Shambhavi 

Translated by Sanjog Sharan
Edited by Sasha Altaf