A misty recollection.

A misty recollection.

The early morning was,
covered with dense fog,
and the beauty was hidden.

When the fog was disappeared,
my eyes were dazzled,
with the beauties.

I was mesmerised to see,
the crowned green grasses.
Two crows flapped their wings,
to dry their wet bodies.

The river was still covered with mist.
I saw a silhouette figure on the boat,
pulling an ore with force.
His body was swaying with rhythm.

Suddenly a host of dhaliyas,
let my mind to dawn,
an early remeniscence.
When my mother was standing,
in the bed of dhaliyas
and I was talking snapshot.