Category : Poems

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When at the break of day,
In a cool hazy morning
Filled with the mist from tender clouds
Smelling its sweet aroma romancing my face with silent whistles accompanying.

I hear sweet singing sparrows
Singing melodies of peace
And hovering over the trees,
Flipping and flapping.


Just then I’m jolted out of my fantasy world
With sluggish feet of tortoise, 
Compelled to comply
To the demand of a devoted mother.

Suddenly I’m in a bookish cell
With infallible elders of great wisdom,
Trying hard to transform me to a brain box.

 But why should I bother?
Only paying attention to the jingles of freedom 
For my heart dances to the aroma of a sumptuous meal and my mouth awaits to savour slowly.

And when at the cool of eve
I view the ever shiny
Radiance of the stars 
With the embrace of gentle air, 
Winding  in low current as the moonlight appeard like a spotlight, 
gazing into the stage of my veranda.

A gentle breeze dispersed the fragrance
Of shrubs into the warm night air,
And fire flies darted to and fro.
Only now do I realize
How salubrious the world have been.
Free of evils,
Only if the fathers of humanity
Never connived with destruction.

Sin begets sin
A new world reborn
Reborn in pain like bleeding flesh
Reborn in groaning like pain in child birth
Reborn in tears like a newly born infant.

Sunk in the ocean of brooding head
I wonder what the world would 
Have been without the curse of the creator.