TREMORS IN THE RIVER 

Why  do you  always murmur

lke a talkative girl

about each and every tremor

in the remotest corner

of my heart’s secret chamber ?

I hear your magic voice everywhere--

In your ripples lapping the bank ;

in  voice of the wind kneeing

onto  your  surface from the flank;

in the whisper of  leaves into your ears

in fall  of each of the kash flowers’ tears  ;

in the flap of their  enchanted wings  

as herons and crows descend to drink

before they retire to their swings;

in the constant twitter of birds

that love to tear your heart

in the mornings and evenings

of your quiet flow across time

into long  cherished divine flings ;

My heart listens to itself this evening

in million songs sung by you

as fairies descend in dark

to swim into your depth

where the moon and stars

 land from  distant heaven

before to a serene life they awaken.

Comp. n copy right : saroj k. padhi

02/10/14