Water spoke to me
I listened to her carefully
She kissed the brim of my boat
Diluted my concerns of demanding life
Sprayed all our apprehension
Rocking us gleefully a lullby
Sway us till we are in slumber
Among the wind swept reeds
She gurgled to wake me up
To locate a bathing quail,
Red breasted, who was searching
A minnow in her flowing stream,
A blue winged with her mate,
Meditating on their reflection,
Swooping past sea gulls,
Swimming loon paddling,
Carroty footed goose posed,
Green winged teal with loud quacks,
Ring necked duck took his swim
Intoxicated in her drunk world
Tuli wanted to capture with her camera
Oi sang with her to match the tune
Dhara laughed with a high pitched rhythm
Vinny didn’t want to let the birds fly
The boat man with the guide
Rowing silently with her lapping
She spoke to them in whispers
I was mesmerised with her swish
The sound of dancing ripples
Created by the eloquent ores
I bathed in the splash of her muddy blue
The dampness of the noon
The smoothness of the voyage
The purl & knit of waterline
She laid for us to write her story
Words of aqua, theme of marine
Sentences of exclamatory H2o
Paragraph of moisten water birds
Punctuation of maritime.
Enriched souls traced back
The unforgotten path
To fuel the mundane bodies
Lingering in her music
Smooth drive of the car
To reach ourselves
And merge in humdrum life
Finding a lost mud guard
That fell like an urchin
In a busy neglected highway
As she showed the way
Aspire to revisit her domain
Memories as fresh as dawn
Mudflats and marshes & creeks
Soaking in her unending stream
Submerge recollections in her womb
She spoke……
By- Pushpa Patnaik
