Morning Grace Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

Morning Grace



I wake up to the shouts of birds
And to the sound of temple bell
As the sun comes up slowly on the eastern sky

Opening the window I look at
The silent horizon where atop
Hills a fading star of last night silently passes by

There will emerge a ray soon
Over the trees when the dew melts
And fragrance of a soaked earth will rise high

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