Solitude Poem by Saroj Padhi

Deep inside my chest a solitary bird sings
of the bliss ofsolitude
and see how the song in thebanksrings
as it reminisces moments savored in quietude;
when ripples in thirsty soul of the river roll on
rollicking in rhyme with mild wind
in an attempt to forget everything
before they merge and mingle into ultimate beatitude;
the bird sings of the ease
with which ripples try simmering sands to appease
with their smiles born out of repeated failure to rise
into waves of greater magnitude;
where in a communion of a strange kind
sighs wobbling in hot human hearts
get cooled under shadows of shimmering waters
under shades of burning trees
and fire in surrounding flowers is slowly subsumed
under smokes rising from the river's parching heart;
the bird has stopped singing now
as it is listening to the sounds of a sad silence in souls
of humans sleeping on the sprawling thorny banks
and to the benumbed song of the river
resounding in the body of the soaringsands!