One Strange Day Poem by Areena Arora

Chirping of birds
popping of vessels
sparkling sun-shine
diamonds dropping from above

Amidst the hustle-bustle
I woke afresh
on a walk, I left
with a drowsy, heavy head

I crossed busy lanes
roads, markets and streets
and i wonder still
how the day was strange
no thief walked past me,
no collisions
and no burglaries
I saw

a silent morning that was
could even hear the wind blow
smiling birds-a common sight
strange view that was

No big bully, troubling ants
no tears and no cries
a rare sight that was
and I wonder still
how the day was strange

no bloodsheds
and no riots, no protests
all daily scenes shut
and I simply stared in amaze

my eyes sparkled
filled with hopes
my soul smiled
little did I realize
the sight was rare
and lived short while

That evening, that sun-set
was pleasant too
a quite and healthy environment around
a silence so loud
a wave of happiness in air
indeed what a strange day that was...! !