Another day breaks As the rising amber sun Like a tireless watcher Casts its rays down The narrow slits of the thatched Roofs of the village huts. In the streets, playing Hide and seek, small kids Disappear into winding alleys. Weaving hearts, young girls In flower shops adorn The soft petals of the Jasmine Picked from the nearby fields, While young boys arrange the Ripe, freshly picked coconuts on The fruit vendors’ mats, as The shop doors open to the Din of the morning rush hour, Above their heads, the freshly washed, Laundry is hung out to dry On the balconies overlooking The curving dirt road where A bullock cart slowly crosses The wet rice plantations To the other side as A distant factory alarms The start of the new day In the villages of Lampang