In the
I sit in the orchard
Facing vegetable cultivation
and rivulet flowing with water
White birds does their prey
Farmer with his cattle
on a grazing sway
Mountain stands
as witness to all
Mangroves does
work of protection
Suddenly in the middle
two electricity poles
supply light for
their hours in darkness
My eyes feel drowsy
attractive breeze
wants to put me to sleep,
Yet I cannot lay myself
in the blossoms of Moira breeze,
for I have long way
to walk ahead
Moira I came
to re-fresh and re-charge myself
Birdy songs of Moira
Adds rhythm to my soul.
Sebastian Rodrigues
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