Slice Of A Morning Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

The morning was nice
As nice as the bud that opened
Up in wind to the sky and smiled tight lipped.

Picked up a stone and
Threw at the bird, hopping on
The green carpet of the grass drew drenched.

Cautious that it did not
Hit the bird and ran past its tail
To ride the heap of cow dung and slid down.

The newly married girl
Has not yet woken up and her
Mother in law shouted at the one legged hen.

They were so spoiled
They dreamt of a life not real
And fall prey to tricks of the clever bridegroom.

The west wind has with
Its soft touch caressed the kohl
Rimmed eyes and drew rainbow of a sweet life.