Morning Frames Poem by Ravi Panamanna

Upon a leaf
A fly is in meditation.
The wind makes a whispering waft
And the fly listens to a divine lore.

Upon a tree
A bird is in long chirp.
He is inviting his pals
The distant meadows are the call.

Upon a leaf of grass
Dew forms a pearl, glossy.
The slanting rays grace the lawn,
All around, it is a blissful dawn.

When life around is in harmony,
Mind cannot be in parsimony.
Thoughts are fluffy and light
As the sailing clouds scale the peaks

Amid the lively moments
Plowmen are into their morning rounds.
They are awakening the fields,
They are preparing the grounds of life.

Seeds they sow, harvest do they reap,
Our granaries are made rich, welkin- spotless.
Our mansions are but their sweat,
Our gains, remember, otherwise won't be so sweet.
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10th November 2020.

Parsimony:Stinginess
Welkin:The vault of the sky - firmament - heaven.