A Morning Poem by Meena Somasundaram

It being a gay morning

with the birds joyfully chirping

the wind noiselessly whispering

the sun lazily rising

the donkeys constantly braying

the horses frequently galloping

the dogs randomly barking

the street vendors incessantly shouting

the children soundly sleeping

the women busily cooking

the men tenderly gardening

the day extensively stretching

with activities dramatically lessening

as it being a Sunday in the opening.