No, it was not morning then.
There was no sign of the sun which had hidden itself
under the sea last evening

Sleeping
The whole world was sleeping
Quiet and dumb as a grave
Even the gust and the whistling sound of the wind had stopped.
Only the sound of
falling
leaves

Suddenly …..a chain of gun-barrels cry: Ta ta ta ta………..
And then
DORUM…DORUM….DORUM….
BOM….BOM….
thunderbolt?

A three year old terrified kid
woke up as a wingless bird
attacked by a heartless hunter
And jumped into his mother’s bosom
the safest place for him on the earth

Then, slowly
he put his shaken two little eyes
outside the window and waited
for the sun to rise

He knew after the night comes the day.