ROAMING RIPPLES

Alone as I listen to her heaving bosoms,

the ripples of the morning river begin

to knuckle under wind’s passionate blow ;

but there is a short ebb in my blood stream

before its tides take a turn in their flow

to give meaning to all of Nature’s blooms

resplendent in their first morning glow .

Birds from afar fly in for long hours’ stay ,

to dip, drink, drench, dance, sing and play ,

their nests dancing in tune with waters ,

with the sun awoken to plumes’ flutters ;

and the river endlessly whispering secrets

of love, lust, passion, compassion  to ears

that care to listen to her with true cheers  .

Now my boat comes in to be caressed

by the ripples clad in a light blue ecstasy

with reflections in swims  of wild fantasy ;

flows  everywhere melting moss of grief--

in blood , inside boat and in waters as well,

transport time to heights of love’s new spell .

@copy right : saroj k. padhi/ 25.01/15