The Sun Rises In The East Poem by Ronjoy Brahma

My father and mom always
Wake up in the darling morning and works,
The cold wind flow from the east
Dancing trees and the birds sing.
Flowers bloom and butterfly take thier nectar
The sky is beautiful at this moment,
My mind is peaceful like waterfall
The nature I see beautiful.
Village childrens goes to school
Aroma roses like the to luxuriate,
In the shining of the sun
The road with the light of the sun would be happiness,
Childrens to see beautiful and lovely.
I miss my childhood days
We used to play and dance,
I was crying and laughing
Not today my childhood and cry.
I ride like the water fish
I ride like the birds in the sky,
My dream and hope like the sky
And I travel as the river.