Morning Poem by Pradiptakumar Mohanty

From the funeral pyre
of a deceased
found in a
nearby brewery,
rings of smoke
obscure the horizon.

A yell of scream
echoes in the air
as a mendicant
faces an attack of a hostile mob
for stealing a slice of loaf.

A gloss of revelry
spans across the ambient
as a new born little angle
ushers an unprecedented bliss
for a family
next door

But a craftsman
engrossed with his crafts
seems heedless
of all the happenings
in the morning.