I Was Supposed To Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

After waking up in the morn I
Was supposed to dance and shout
Looking at the changing colors of
The horizon and its mystic silhouette

I was supposed to lie still on
Bed of grasses and softly whistle
At beautiful girls walking down the
Path to the wells with innocent tussle

I was suppose to climb the hill
And stay there to feel the wind
With open arms I supposed to run
Down and enjoy feeling as if blind

I was supposed to hold the clouds
In a bundle keep into my pockets
Release them to fly away like big
Birds over rivers, dales and thickets

I was supposed to write down
Few lines about the morning glory
To keep it alive on a piece of paper
Else for rest of my life I will feel sorry