*Day and night*
It’s the sun’s fault he’s coming back
Every day with a new coat
Woven in the steam rising from the dew,
Which spindle does the star spin?
It’s the stars’ fault that it’s still
We makes the dream of destiny pulsate,
With their eternal and full breath
Fears, illusions, delight?
It’s our fault that between day and night
We fill our hearts with zenith
And if, drunk at sunset,
Do we weave our loves in whispers?
We all miss the river in its small bed,
And his fog rose towards us .
( My second poems of this year-2021)
*Manoj Kumar Panda*
*Founder & the Chairperson of Suryodaya Literary Foundation (SLF)*
