Birth Day Poem by Ramakrushna Sahu

The little flower on a tiny branch
Of a small plant in my garden
Greeted me early morning
With its colour reflected
On my sleepy eyebolls,
Its fragrance exiting my blood
And its smile opening
The closed petals of my heart
Gave me the pleasure of
Taking a new birth

Birds singing on the branches
Cool breeze dancing with leaves
And the rising sun caring my garden
With its golden palms
Are all a birthday gift from nature

It is my first birthday
The morning was celebrating,
Till I reached sixty I grew
In the womb of my igmorance
To see myself taking birth

O mother nature! I pray
To bless me with a new birth
each morning
And to remain a child
through out the day
To die a child with every sunset.