-morning- Poem by Prabir Gayen

- -Morning -

Over the golden cloudthe blue firmament spreads,
A group of birds from theirnigrescentnest start an upward outing,
eyes half closed and hearts pierced with soft breeze newly born.
They float without aim,the indiscreet minds and move nowhere end,
thepart of the vast glory.
The glittering sky, blue screen and sunshine
doth awake the dreaming world and unknown pain for unknown knowledge.
Warbler of shadowy cote, busy making fight, cold pain and shivering chill.
A house sparrow, outpouring her shrill inaudible voice and part of the celebrationof thesudden broke of morning.
A pious bird on the tower oftemple calling wood thrust, pecker,
and parrot to pray for calm, deep momentous joy.
The earth has unfolded manifoldmystery with soft light through moving forest in local wind.
Deep flowof joy over first burst bloom there and everywhere,
buzzing, squeaking, chirping, and ripple of slow movingbrook,
troutin stream motionlessand a mighty eagle soars careless higher and higher.
Human in deep slumber and houses unaware of this undisturbedsong of life before the sun comes to full exposure.