WHITE HERONS

These white herons brooding near me

want to say something

as they retract their long bills ,

meditate for a while

look up to the cloudy sky

with no desire now to fly

as  their feet  on green grass 

get soaked in rain

the butterflies drunk enough descend

from long  lip-locks with flowers

to swirl  across their faces for sometime

and not  to come back to me again .

These herons with peace in their plumes

surrounded by butterflies of many  hues

transport me into joys

that at the heart of Nature lie

offering vision of God

beauty and bliss

for which human hearts always sigh !

comp. n copy right: saroj k. padhi 29/07/14