Morning Break

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