When the Sun Begins to Rise
Birds depart from trees,
Fly with gentle breeze,
To fetch back some food for hungry her young one lies,
When the sun begins to rise.
Children are not yet awake,
Father in hands a shovel takes,
To go to his farm to work while the mother meals fries,
When the sun begins to rise.
Enthusiasm is granted,
To those who truly want it,
Breeze carries waves of hope and despair everyday dies,
When the sun begins to rise.
The village has become bright now,
The horizon is within sight now,
The grateful hurries for prayer, for fading dark the Satan cries,
When the sun begins to rise.
© Asif Uzzaman
