For Poetry Month May I Present the Yuwa Girls

Morning

The wind was blowing
and children were crying.
the wether so foggy
and people could not see
anything.

The birds were chirping
and hens were
moving here and there.
People were talking like they are very talkative
and the DJ was so loud
people starting in their
morning walks.

Night and Morning by Monika Kumari

Night

At night the
      wind is blowing into my cheeks,
          I was feeling cold.
     The cat was making
a ghost sound.
The sound of motorbike, train and
     other projections were echoing in
     my ears.
The bat was making sounds like he had lost his
mother and the wind
      was so cool
          at night.

Morning and Night by Sheetal Toppo

Morning

It is steel dark in the morning.
Little bugs are buzzing through my ear.
    People are getting ready to do their chores. Women are cooking vegetables.
The sound of roasting vegetables.

It's all silent only the blowing of the winds through my nerves, brain, and heart.
It's touching my soul.

It's peace up here in the morning It's all the sound of dangling plants and trees.
And the buzzing of little insects.

                            It's all dark up here!
                            It's silent surrounding
                            And the morning is the
                            Kingdom of insects.


Night

It is all dark up here, as if a
tunnel is passing in front of me.
There are insects buzzing across
me and moving the herd in the tunnel,
as if the train is passing.

It is all dark up here
No light, no brightness,
No nothing except the darkness
and the twinkling of the stars and
the moon.

Soon the people will go to bed.
Women are cooking dinner
with some chit chat about the cooking.

It's all dark up here
It's all about the kingdom of darkness
with no interference of anyone.
Only two stars and the moon
            It's all dark up here
            It's all dark up here.