Slice Of A Morning

The morning was nice As nice as the bud that opened Up in wind to the sky and smiled tight lipped. Picked up a stone and Threw at the bird, hopping on The green carpet of the grass drew drenched. Cautious that it did not Hit the bird and ran past its tail To ride the heap of cow dung and slid down. The newly married girl Has not yet woken up and her Mother in law shouted at the one legged hen. They were so spoiled They dreamt of a life not real And fall prey to tricks of the clever bridegroom. The west wind has with Its soft touch caressed the kohl Rimmed eyes and drew rainbow of a sweet life.