FRESHNESS

What freshness filters in
Through an open window
Hanging the sound around
Crow cawing the dead cry

Perched high giving
Oblong shadow of rising dawn
Beside the water tank
Clasping the water pipe

With a nostril
As firm as the beak
Why it calls the peak
In fluttering unbalance

What eclipse shows, in
Multifarious metacast
Does the rays of light, gets
Devoid of different hues

Rainbow comes trodding in
In an overcast sky
Heavy with dark clouds
Knocking the dawn's door

What freshness comes
It comes galore
Drooling the spirit out
In every inch of left space