Conduct Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

Sound of bangles
Floats in the morning air
The sun is behind the foliage
Seems so near and still so far

Fragrance of jasmine
Flits through the morning air
Clouds gather in the horizon
Revealing a lonely star

Leaves play the music
Birds wake up to sweet hums
They rush skywards littering
The earth with colored plumes

Dew drops roll down
Wet blades of grass and vanish
You stand as a goddess in
The garden no one likes to miss