Morning in a Mirror

MORNING IN A MIRROR

Streaming down the betel leaves
The red morning sun feels its pulse in dew drop
Make a glittering diamond.

Red sun-
first rays
Ride over Helliosphere
Create hiatus in fullness
Crossing bluish white earth, ruddy mars,
Jupiter in orange vests;
Unearth cool, hot and gaseous mystery
Death or life only occasional eventuality, awakard to look at
The song of sparrow- every moment a new-born baby.

Mounting over stapes sweet home in earth
A home for Neanderthal, Aryan, non-Aryan, Negro, Mongoloid and Semitic
Dust, smog, heat, fiery network
Effusion of blood, high pitched screaming, countrywide mourning
Firing of mortar shells at daybreak
Daylong in a defunct homestead
A dry piece of bread
Holding dead body in shoulders
Agitation breaks out in fury
The night shakes from fear
Yet morning comes in the pace of diurnal motion
The sun rises and sets in horizon
Celebration, enthusiasm, fireworks, crackers, checkered tributes
Everything in stock
But morning cares not a fig.

The morning comes
Not for academician, naturalist, parliamentarian or emperor
But for birds singing to heart.