The Toddy Collector..The toddy collector
An authentic ride of a man in the village streets
His mount makes sweet sap on trees..
Dawn to dusk in the cycle for livelihood
In his friendly Hercules cycle, there are mud pots
Fermented pungent saps that ooze out
Ahead of the handle, there is a lantern
In the cross bar, there is a hatchet
Tied aside a humerous bone to his Dhoti
In the misty fog , through paddy field
He is hurrying fast and fast
Like a charming horse in embracing race..
For him, life is a ride for far away distance
Life is an ascent, from soil base to sky
For grabbing fragrant flowers and sweet fruits at the bower
Oh! he wants to climb on the palm trees in string
In the beautiful village, the crowning sun
Awakens the blossoms and breeze…
He is at the top of the coconut trees
In between the rachis and beautiful spadix
He mimics woodpeckers“tuck tuck” sound
Birds in nest sneak a look and flutter the wings
But the daring squirrels mimes with him on trees
While poisons stings of bees ,cry out for nectars
Slowly he patted and tapped on young spadix
Then tied mud pots for collecting sweet sap..
Dawn to dusk in the ride and climbs
Clearing the canopies declines the sap
But he maneuver purity of work
Thus he earns the cereals and pulses...
The pedaling race, the challenging climbs
Makes the sap tasty in the mud pots.
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