In the morn and eventide (AFTER GUARDIAN)

In  the morn and eventide

When roses and jasmine serenade

In my garden of ages beyond my ken,

Why? even my grandsons still count

 The ages of  The arch and walls built

by ancestors will and meticulous  design;

                                                  

sitting on the mound she plucks a rose

throws in the meadow by  a deft throw!

Crows caw in a repeat of warning:

 Beware every moment.  It is a world

of uncertainty, fear coiling everywhere;

when cows led by the boys,

when urchins play with kites

by the  river pond, when young lass

carry water in the pot, gurgling by,                 

when grand sire's stick falls down

in the river, yonder temple bells chime,

crows in search of roost, repeat cawing,

sounding a  note of warning,

It is a world of uncertainty,

fear coiling everywhere;

in wintry bed  still, they coil

beneath a  rug of worn out;

frosty wind blow  through the air

curtains hang signaling  moon shine,

milk boiler  getting heated

many a time by the caring housif,

whistle blowing  a  warm merry note

giving a wake up call, wake up call.