SPRING MORNING

Spring morning, cool,

6 o’clock,

Soft sunrays outside,

All tall houses are bright,

Sounds of footsteps coming

One or two passers-by passing,

The road is calm,

Sweeping sound comes,

The housewife of neighboring house

Sweeps the mud corridor, with

Broom made with coconut leaf sticks.

No gap between work and the sunrise,

All are working on own way,

Sounds of cuckoo,

Wave of breeze from south,

Fills the house, cool,

And beneath the sky,

We are moving for life,

Love and symphony of reflections,

Mind, some feeling fills

The nostalgic, yet to work,

For the day, a great attainment,

The life and the love.