Little birds are chirping,
New morning is turning.
In mother’s nest they are,
Stars have gone very far.
With love they are flying,
In hunger some are crying.
Trying to get some food,
They are caring life good.
Mother is bringing a fruit,
For her child is really cute.
Salute is doing to morning,
In East sun is truly burning.
The sound of flute is nice,
Mice are hearing with price.
Twice they are repeating all,
All are enjoying sky’s call.
In row ants are in gossiping,
In a way nature is profiting.
They are getting grains near,
All are working without fear.
Birds are chirping the music,
For crops now soil is humic.
Cubic path is filled in humour,
God is nice again says bloomer.
Great imagery and keen observation. Nature has its own music.
A very lovely poem, Bhargabi. Kumarmani must be proud. Thanks for sharing. Peace
A very beautiful poem indeed. I agree with Jayatissa when he says that the poem is laced with wonderful imagery.
A beautiful description of music and beauty of a new morning................10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like a serene moment near by a natural rivulet. Wonderful imagery. Thanks for sharing.