Tremors In The River Poem by Saroj Padhi

Why do you always murmur
like a talkative girl
about each and every tremor
in the remotest corner
of my heart's secret chamber?
I hear your magic voice everywhere —
In your ripples lapping the bank;
in voice of the wind kneeing
onto your surface from the flank;
in the whisper of leaves into your ears
in fall of each of the kash flowers' tears;
in the flap of their enchanted wings
as herons and crows descend to drink
before they retire to their swings;
in the constant twitter of birds
that love to tear your heart
in the mornings and evenings
of your quiet flow across time
into long cherished divine flings;
My heart listens to itself this evening
in million songs sung by you
as fairies descend in dark
to swim into your depth
where the moon and stars
land from distant heaven
before to a serene life they awaken.