In Front Of Our Farm House Poem by Ravi Kopra

In front of our farm house
papaya, mango and lychee trees were
swarmed by green parrots with red beaks
coming down from mountains in Haldwani.
Scalding hot summer heat at noon
but cool evening winds and smiling moon.

Glow worms in darker nights flitted
filling the air like falling stars from skies.
Early in the morning the roosters calls,
the parrots chirping on mango trees
and mom coming to my cot I slept in
in the front yard under open skies
and telling me: get up you lazy bum
it's time for prayer and morning walk.