From amidst thick foliage,
At the time, when dawn breaks,
Giving a crimson hue to the sky;
Soft sound of a bird shaking
Its feather arises and towards
Swaying treetops it does fly;
From over a running stream,
At the time, when a cool wind
Rises to rush fast towards land;
Girls with pitchers balancing on
Their waists, walk down to fetch
Water, take rest a while on the sand;
From across green meadows,
At the time, when a tune comes
Floating from a shepherd’s flute;
The old man on the verandah
After coughing hard to kill the cold
Stares at the sky, silent and mute;
From a chain of undulating hills,
At the time, when a flood of
Light cascades down upon plain;
It is time for cattle to move in a file,
To the field to graze, following it walks
Slowly a group of men and women.
@ Anil Kumar Panda 09/12/2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem