Sunrise

Sunrise ======================= By M. K. Dalei When crows start sanctifying the blue bright ether with their devine words The sacred sun takes birth in the lap of east chanting the hymn of God. Tying tight the past in the pillar of previous night Our hopes start walking in a brand new morning. While walking our road starts perfuming and All critical nuts become loose from the tormented threads. You know It is your lips who make sweet tune in flute Otherwise flute is just a stick of bamboo. You just say What is the value of that twings straws dusts & muds If there are no ants termites birds snakes and do not render effort to make their homes. The melodious tune of flutes The royal colony of termites The enthralling nest of birds The pretty burrow of snakes Actually these are called Sunrise of efforts in the sky of hopes.