Somewhere Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Somewhere the morning breaking with red disc of the sun
Arising from, reddening and breaking into sunlight,
The golden flashing sun
Just like a photographer photographing,
A lensman with his digicam.

Somewhere the fishermen at work, into river waters fishing to pick
Into the bamboo basket,
The same poor and rural fishermen
And the landscape secluded and lonely,
Away from human haunt.

Somewhere the golden oriole, the yellow bird with black stripes,
The head blackly and the beak red,
The feathers somewhat blackly, but instead yellow completely,
Taking shorter flights
But beautiful indeed,
Singing with the golden tone,
The sweet notes of it rarely heard so.

Somewhere the blue bird flying and flying high into the skies,
Encircling and encircling with the wind
And sounding strangely,
The feathers of it smoky and ashy,
But the blue colour golden blue.

Somewhere the morning breaking with the chant of the Vedic
And the Upanishadic hymns,
The chants, prayers and hymns resounding with
All around the Vedic hermitage,
The straw thatched and mud-built homes.