The birds chirped abundantly, and aloud
Around the soft ripples of the wood’s lake,
As I sat viewing, on its moss-green cascade –
The defined silhouettes of trees overhead.
A chilly breeze caressed my just-woken face,
As shadows of birds stroked water’s surface –
Swathed in soft sun’s rays entwined in haze,
Sending shivers up my spine – without bane.
Yellow-beaked white birds hopped moodily
On the grassy mud banks – as if an audience
Tap dancing in the gallery of a pool-stadium:
Where tender floating leaves danced a ballet.
With a bluebird flying overhead in red-yellow,
Awakening, enticing the leaves rhythmic sense –
As a band in a synchronized-swimming recital:
They provided a solitary, spiritual experience.
Photos Courtesy: Shuvashree Chowdhury
