ORIOLE SONG

There in my heart an oriole sings
That from forest of the night
Sweet Sun for me so lovingly brings.

Her plumes are a mix of black and white
But the body is deep, golden yellow ,
Her song rings in boughs as I keep mellowing below .

Near a bush we sit now where she pecks
At mirror of her image in my eyes she finds,
Her love, fragrant like Ratrani my soul firmly binds .

In flight she is my sunflower,
In singing , a lovely shower of rain,
And she is my pleasure, she is my pain ;

She too is the voice of my ecstatic soul
Being in love with her throughout, is my life’s only goal .

@ copy right : saroj k. padhi, 04/02/15