Chirping Music Poem by Bhargabi Dei Mahakul

“New morning is turning to towards the appearance of day. At the same time little birds are chirping. They are in mother’s nest. Morning is turning that is why stars have gone far from sky. Now with love little birds are flying. Some are crying in hunger. They are trying to get some food. In good condition they are caring for life. Mother bird is bringing a fruit. Her child is really cute. To morning mother bird is doing salute. Now in East truly sun is glowing with rays. Sound of flute is nice. Paying the true price to it mice are hearing. They all are repeating the tone of flute twice. Sky’s call that is echo of flute sound they all are enjoying eagerly. Ants are gossiping in row. In a way nature is giving them profit. Near them they are getting food grains. All ants are working without fear. At this morning birds are chirping the music. Now soil is humic for crops. Cubic path is filled with lots of humour. A matured person or as well as a tree who produces flowers at a particular time now says God is nice.” This poem talks about the natural music with above theme. This is written in Odisha, India and dedicated to the people of the world.