Tranquility Which I Often Tread Poem by Prafulla Kumar Panda

The tranquility into which I often tread
out at the river bay or in my cosy bed
like an opium dose it only blurs my emotion
causing me to scamper and to avoid

as the earth at the turn of the sun,
never does its darkness admit
but commands her winged regiment to fight
until they leave a trail scraping the night

like the cloud just for a shower of rain
waits for lightning and a crack of thunder
but for her child, as a proud mother
admits all agony and her bodily shudder

with my feelings so I do clamour
at the clamour of the day
when the cattle clatter along
and the farmers plod their weary way

lo! My soul profusely sings
when children buzz like busy bees,
or when she admits her petty rebukes
and hugs me on the bank of roaring seas

seeing a mother bird to her chicks console
with her bits of baits that she often gains
my emotions rise and get an ease flow
then I shake my legs with pitter-patter rains

thoughts may come, thoughts may go
but only a few I allow to luckily enter
deep into my heart's secret chamber
and groom to scrawl them on paper.

©® Prafulla K. Panda, Odisha, India.