Pravat Kumar Padhy

Day Moon

Hope is the thing with feathers 
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all . . .
                      – Emily Dickinson

From dawn to dusk, the sun shines and gleams through the window curtains, the breeze whispers with musical notes, the river flows with a gentle murmur, waves tenderly kiss the shore, the mountain sits in its saintly posture, and birds fill the routes in the sky.  The clouds float with usual gaiety and stars wink with twinkling lights.
 
Children recount playing on the school ground, spending time in the park, and visiting museums and zoos with their grandparents.

daybreak . . .
from a window opening
the child  
wishes the butterfly
freedom of a renewed journey 

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About the Author

Pravat Kumar Padhy’s poetry has been featured in many journals and anthologies. His seventh collection of verses, The Speaking Stone, was released in 2020.