In Birth Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

In the early morning hours
When the priest sings his prayers
When the birds begin to twit
When with light clouds turn white

In the early morning hours
When bees move around flowers
When wind flows over the dales
When smoke leaves silvery trails

In the early morning hours
When butterflies hide in bowers
When buds release sweet essence
When trees swing in a mystic dance

One can feel the love and peace
From above shower of sublime bliss
As and when a soul takes its birth
The earth offers it a bundle of mirth