Lucy, My Love, My Child

Lucy, my child, A girl so simple, so sweet, Living her life, Passing by the time, A shepherd girl, A nature girl Learning from it And nature too educating her. But a girl all alone On the path of life and the world, Going her ways All alone And the paths winding, Taking turns and curves, Full of the mystery of the forest, Full of the surrounding. Lucy, Lucy, Exclaimed I, Go not, go not, The hills steep and craggy, Lurking over and leaning Dangerously And I fear The nature child may fall. I fear the jackals and foxes Howl they in the forest And lonely tracts Where the landscapes Solitary and secluded And the pathways manless, Away from human haunt, I fear, fear She going all alone, Taking to her ways. I too had a wish to educate her With the little That I knew, Comprehended I The mysteries of life and the world, Btu on marking her a child In the lap of nature, I could not take the charge Of her education. Lucy, Lucy my love, I saw her going All alone, Trekking the ways, Going up the steep hills, Playing on With the lambs, The sun and shade, Hills shining blue And the dawn breaking from. In sun and shower I saw her alone, In sun and shower Stood she alone Shading under the hamlet home, Under the shade of the tree, The rock, A nature child So lovely and simple. In a simple frock I saw her, Saw her going, Going with, Sitting atop the hill, By the stream Hearing by the murmur, The brook babbling by All alone With the lambs. The palash blossoms in clusters Hanging by the leafless trees And the blackly cuckoos cooing from sweetly From the bunches of, Clusters of Reddish-reddish palash blooms Hanging by ornately And scattering over The forest pathways. Near the tree sat she, Heard she the melody Breaking From the sweet notes of the blackly cuckoos And it resounding, Giving an ear to, Hearing it with rapt attention, Delighting in. Lucy sitting in Between the hills, Clustered and chained By the side Of the brook With the rocks and boulders And knee deep water Flowing and falling over The pebbles And flowing by. She playing with, Passing the time, Looking after the lambs, Plucking the grassy blooms And wild blossoms, Putting into the hairs And offering to the Divine And playing with the dust Under the shade of a tree. Lucy, my child, My love, A nature child, Never seen, Never so wild In joy and delight Seen before, Playing and passing by, Singing the songs of nature Unmindfully. With the name of God, She crossing over the hills and dales, The brook and the forest ways, Taking the herd to, A nature child She so unmindful Of the furies of Nature, The wrath and vengeance, The bestiality and brutality Of the wild. Through the eyes of hers, A nature child So simple of heart and mind, Dream and vision. Tried I to see the world, Feel the pulse of life, But of no use, Oh, the purity, purity of thinking Felt I short of, A world deprived of, Lapsing into deceit and conceit! Lucy, Lucy, my love, my child, Cried I, Though defiled stood I, A man in distress, Feeling a vacuum Within, In our craze for materialistic values, Distressed and disgusted with, Unable to carry it forward That Lucy gave to. The songs that you sang, Which the world could not feel, Revolving round The purity of heart, Human innocence and ignorance, The joy of life, The world, intriguing world Could not, could not, Frankly speaking, Lucy, Lucy, your songs, Songs of life! But Lucy, my Lucy Found I not Though searched I, searched I around, Lucy in my infinite joy and undefiled delight, Climbing up the hill To reach the cottage, Lucy, Lucy, Lucy, my Lucy, Called I, called I, A nature child so pure and joyous, Btu under strain and stress Saw I that day differently. With a lamp she went her way, The cyclone had been blowing the feet And she going all alone To take the shelter in, The cottage shaking violently In the rushing wind, Blowing in, blowing out, A nature girl, So terribly viewing the night With the gushed of the lashing winds and rains. The sea had been rough and inclement And she saw the furies of the sea Breaking the embankments, Rattling the roofs, Blowing away the thatches, Plucking the trees, With the rains lashing, Winds blowing hard, She praying for life and safety, But none there, All falling flat. A girl saw I viewing the rough sea and the inclement weather, The cyclone ruffling the sea And the sea surging vehemently, Furiously, Ready to devour, Rains lashing ruthlessly, Winds doing havoc, Plucking the trees, Uprooting it all, Bringing in its trail Massive devastation and destruction, Death and desertion. A girl so simple and innocent, Loving and ignorant, Saw she helplessly, The devastation and desertion, The dance of death and doom, Praying to the Lord, Whispering her prayers Asking nature to be calm, The sea to be silent, But all her prayers, Who to hear, who to hear? The spate of the storm and the thunderstorm Continued for so long, Striking it so violently And raking And when there was a lull, She thought of Going out to see And striving utmost To bail out of the crisis Befalling mankind The little she could ever With her prayer. But the rough and fathomless sea went on Striking violently, The waves rising high and falling, Taking a toll over, Claiming Which but she could not, Could not, A nature child she Thought of roving into, Rowing over And saving through If she could! The fury of the wild, tameless and untamable, The furies ruthless, The brute of the wild, Oh, it could not, Could not be tamed, The things as per the scheme, The darker aspects of Creation Rather than seeing in awe and astonishment, Horror and terror The mystery of life and the world, The mystery of Creation. The sea is rough, rough and inclement, You do not, do not go there, Lucy, I forbade her, forbade her, But went she ahead, A nature child Unmindful of The furies and wrath of nature, The darker side of Creation, Hearing the call of the folks In pain In the good spirit and prayer of her own, But returned she back not, Returned she not back to, The girl of the good heart, The good faith, Yea, the good girl.