Sonal Singh On Sonal's Table
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I believe,
The mornings breathe in silence,
Stretching languidly
When roused from their nightly slumber.
They no longer ring with
The cacophonous din of humanity.
I know,
That nowadays they resonate
With melodious chirps and cheeps.
The Koel coos, the crows caw at the waterhole
And today, a Sparrow hopped on my sill.
Are the birds back to my neighbourhood?
I wonder,
Does the sun look brighter now?
As if it shines, almost like a proud granddad
Smiling down in indulgent benevolence?
Has his fire dimmed?
He does not seem as angry anymore, does he?
I feel
That somehow, the days seem cleaner now.
As if no longer clothed by the dust
Of unjust expectations.
The air willfully plays, ruffling the leaves
And swishing by to jostle
My wind chimes in its happiness.
I realize
That today the ambient noises of chaos
Have been drowned out
By the muted recuperation, of Earth.
And thus, all is just with the world.
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