Moira breeze

In the land of Moira

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