Good Morning March тАжтАжтАжтАжтАжтАжтАжтАжтАжтАжтАж.. As I strolled along, The idle morning parkway The drowsy surrounding woke up Yawned, the surging blue mists Posed a mystery, lurking
The desolate dew soaked meadows, Bloomed, a faint sun sprinkling Red vermilion on the east , A heady fragrance filling in My drifting horizons
The cuckoo cooing from over a distant villa Resonated with my nostalgic veins Came to an abrupt halt I, proclaimed unawares, ‘Good morning March!’ ┬й┬оBishnu Charan Parida Pic self clicked 1st March 20
Far at the horizon Sun sinks withdrawing light Darkness envelopes the tacit trees Sky orchestrates a melody of valedictionтАж(C)Bishnu Charan Parida Photo by self.
Wings brought me Here on to my mother ‘s lap And on my father’s arms Smiling through the uncertain clouds Surging across an infinite cosmos, among the giggling of stars, like you, l got born. My parents are no more As the wings have snatched them away, I’ve ceased even to sob Seeing the neighbors fire terror, Innocent humans succumb to conspiracy among my brothers and sisters , as hatred grows And love flees on wings. Today, no fear alarms me, and ‘am a stubborn stone, don’t care May it come wings of birth, Or wings of deathтАж. ЁЯШН(C) Bishnu Charan Parida
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