Watching.. Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

Watching the silver clouds
Drifting towards the edge,
Of the eastern sky and the
Earth is shrouded in a haze,

Of morning light I feel the
Holy presence of the divine,
That makes my life simple
And to all moments shine,

Watching early birds rush
Towards the deep horizon,
Making garlands around
The face of the rising sun,

I feel as a traveler someday
Must go back to meet Him
When with sublime love my
Heart will get full to its brim