Dawn the milkmaid descends
From yonder hills
Her pitcher brimming with
Fresh frothing daylight
I hear the jingling
Of her bangles and her anklets
The birds in the arbor
Some in my garden
She stops by my doorstep
And measures and pours out
A pure new day into the waiting bowl
Of my time on this earth
V K Rajan
lovely milkmaid poem..good description...loved the last paragraph..'a pure new day into the waiting bowl'...good still make the last para good saying 'a new day is awaiting or something like that...never mind..its really good
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ReplyDeletedefinitely the last lines were impeccable
ReplyDeleteThanks Vikash for your comment.
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