Chirping of churlish birds
Upon the cold window sills
Streets filled with sound of
Carts pulled by wooden wheels
With sleep in her eyes she
Gathers her hair into a knot
Smiling at his listless body
Turning sides on the cot
Memory of first union still
Lingers in her raw mind
The night of love was good
All pain of youth was left behind
The morning brings a new hope
A new glow to her face
As she feels a little shame while
Smoothening her crumpled dress
@ Anil Kumar Panda 14/11/2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem