The Worst Type Of Curse Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

In the gloaming the sands shine
And the sea plays a melody
The peaks look downward to the
Receding shadows
And birds flap their wings to be
Inside their nests
Sound of bells in the necks
Of lowing kine fills the thick air
Of the village streets
But the poor and hungry can't
See the change of colors
Can't understand the music
The wind plays as it crosses
The thick foliage at the edge of
Of the green paddy fields
It has always been like that
Since the time life came to this earth
Since the time being poor is
Recognized as the worst type of curse