An Island Hut

In the far fringe of a woody island With a winding river Making circuitous pilgrimage There is a solitary hut Visible through the patches of light and shadow With its precincts lapped by the waves And the rich alluvial soil Engendering plants of robust growth In it live a man and wife A pair made for each other! Their likes and longings Blend and bleed into one another Though they are at the subsistence level Who have just one square meal a day They grow in the joy of a living love Making life a celebration in a rare way Their humble hut, ever blessed by Seasonal yield from fruit trees of tropical kind Added by plants' flowery delight A riot of pink, yellow, red and maroon Where wild trees stand watch over With creepers in greener leaves And their foliage, in a merry dance Latching and intertwining their delicate tendrils In the air, there is a subdued roar Made by the swish and swirls of life But in the silent interstices Between the rush and blur There descends a heavenly peace That sets their souls dancing Making it a happy home Sweeter than a mansion of gold