Nurselings of Earth

By Shamik Banerjee

The brown and muddy Dodman incurves to its shell;

alike the forworn cattle in their pens,

as wide shadows outspread o’er the plains and swells

its darkness which enters the caverns and dens.

The parent Sun was Earth’s father at day;

at eve, to the Moon he does this duty commision;

in light, herds rambled and grazed on the hay;

at night, will swig breeze and the Sky’s starlit vision.

At day, on the green Tussock they did meander;

on tarmac-slathered roads laden with stones;

at night, with its Numen, the river’s quietness will wander

and fair Goddess of sleep who the nighttime owns.

All things of Nature are nurselings of Earth.

from tubers to limbs, the seen, unseen; all dearly

are cared for and made opportune for mirth,

gently, greatly, heavenly, motherly!

Shamik Banerjee is a poet and poetry reviewer from the North-Eastern belt of India. He loves taking long strolls and spending time with his family. His deep affection with solitude and poetry provides him happiness.