Morning Meditations

Morning meditations

In my home garden,
Cock and hen chuckle,
The askance looking crow
Sits on the fence, pecking
With its beak the tiny dead bone,

The Vedic chantic
in the nearby school,
the members of the house
cawing for the first decoction
coffee in the hot boiling milk,

the so-called learned pundit
of the house calling by name
the daughter-in-law of the house,
Medication for the grandmother
Bundled in the corner,


Repeated calls for second round
of coffee , the children flying
on their heels for learning,
the utensils rolling sound
in the sink and kitchen noisy,


This was some ten years ago,
When no time for morning
Meditation, only altercation,
But now I close my eyes,
Thanking God for all strength
and support to surmount
all wickedness surrounding me.