Vivacious lasses paint the words,
With world of gossip and laughter.
Some naughty, some composed,
All tease, sneer and banter.
Their vibrant blush makes the sun,
Pale, and hide its face.
The empty earthen pitchers,
Sit and wait with untiring patience.
The rapturous notes of youth,
Blend with the fragrance of soil.
Their bangles speak so loud,
That echoes to the bottom of the well.
Their thick black brows bend sharp,
Their eyes dance at every melody,
Their veils slip off their heads,
Engrossed are the women in their rhapsody!
The platform around the well throbs,
And thrives mornings and evenings.
Their only source to live life is,
To share secret happenings.
A splash of love, a slice of romance,
Their hearts, in discreet, express.
They laugh out loud all their litanies,
Neither they confess nor suppress.
The village well under the shade,
Is a fair of sorts to give and gather.
An enticing place for the rural world,
That unwinds the past and nestles the future!
