Date Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

Chirping of churlish birds
Upon the cold window sills
Streets filled with sound of
Carts pulled by wooden wheels

With sleep in her eyes she
Gathers her hair into a knot
Smiling at his listless body
Turning sides on the cot

Memory of first union still
Lingers in her raw mind
The night of love was good
All pain of youth was left behind

The morning brings a new hope
A new glow to her face
As she feels a little shame while
Smoothening her crumpled dress

@ Anil Kumar Panda 14/11/2015