Morning Break Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

Sun drops from the sky
To settle on the rooftops and treetops
Road lays like a dusty ribbon
Cutting through fields of green paddy crops

Birds swoop down from nests
And wash their beaks in dew drops
Playful cattle beat hooves
Protesting against incessant shouts
Of farmers in turbans and sticks

Woman folks walk behind brooms
Sweeping floor and humming
Throwing back uncombed tresses in between
Parrots shout at their negligence
From inside the cages hanging from wooden beam

Sun washes the river to shine
Sands suck up dew and let the girls
Gather on it to dry washed hair

There is a music hidden in the wind
Only the early risers can listen