It was just another dawn; <br />It was just another wind. <br />The streets were empty <br />And the town was silent in her voice. <br /> <br />And in that thinning mist <br />I was on a morning walk. <br />Not many vendors had begun their day, <br />Not many birds were on the sidewalks. <br /> <br />The avenue lent a charming shade; <br />The breeze was kissing my chest. <br />The florists, the steaming samovars, <br />The waking scenes brought me an O Henry tale. <br /> <br />Life to me seemed a running brook, <br />That hour to me lent a charming lass. <br />Before me lay a whispering city, <br />Behind me was a bird opening her wings. <br /> <br />In those waking moments, <br />A wheelbarrow approached me in slow paces. <br />A woman was at the helm; <br />It was her morning rounds. <br /> <br />City’s corners listened to her footsteps, <br />A basket and a broomstick told her morning tale. <br />And among these cleansing tools <br />Sat a child breathing the winds of life. <br /> <br />She knew no perils; <br />She was in the cradle of life. <br />The schedules of life troubled her not, <br />She was innocence personified. <br /> <br />Setting a deepening tone, <br />It was a lingering moment. <br />The barrow served her a cradle, <br />The clattering wheels, a lullaby. <br /> <br />Moments later <br />The age old scene disappeared from my sight. <br />From the pavement of waking life I blest- <br />'May the bud spread the sweetness of dales, <br />May the kid wither not in the winds'.<br /><br />Ravi Panamanna<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-cradle-of-life/
