It Is Morning Time Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

Those sweet sounds
Coming from the bush,
To pick up worms birds
To there in hordes rush.

Screaming of one legged
Rooster upon a mound,
Of cow dung and its
Crazy jump to the ground.

With heavy eyelids she
Makes a bun of her hair,
And with a lazy pace
Begins to sweep the stair.

Through the sheet of
Dusts the sun looks pale,
As it tries to spread its
Ray across river and dale.

Listening to the chant
Of a prayer by the priest,
West wind flows clearing
Its way through the mist.

It's time to wake up
And get ready for work,
And come back to family
Before it is late and dark.