Alankar (Decor) -8

Village-Silence

Even He can not measure His bliss
Of silence there

As it has gone beyond His grip
Of creational magic

It sounds like a God more supreme
Than His might

A silence soused in distant melodies mild
Cow dung scenting

In rhythmic trance compliant cows pose genteel
Before child Krishna

The lake beside Him presents itself composed
In submissive hue

A sanctuary much awaiting birds migratory soon
Sprawling wide over

Neatly done bund inebriating providential breaths live
Solace for anybody

Me too benched on the bund there
Till stars croon

Moony mind winged mine fleets elysian mindless
To return home

(On A Visit To A Birds' Sanctuary At Koonthankulam)

poem by Indira Renganathan
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