Vidarbha- Ode to a Farmers Wife

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Don’t weep my beloved,

do you see that scarecrow standing at the farthest end of our field?

I built him just so that you won’t feel alone without me;

This barrenness of earth is contagious only if you wish for it be.

For now I’m a solitary bird perched on his head watching over you.

Soon enough you will taste the joy of independence and learn to laugh again.

I’ll hear it loud and clear as soon as raindrops fall upon your silken hair.

Our laughs will unite in the form of thunder filling up the cobalt sky.

There’s a reason you were named after Amba, the Goddess of this land.

Vidarbha will wear hues of green again and so will you, Ambai.