Talking To Singing Birds! Poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar

What an imagination
that mind sketched
designed and built
Those hands shaped
painted finishing great

Flying here and there
resting in between
singing melodious songs
to dusk from dawn
no teeth, no fang
no venomous stings

Sharp eyes, sensitive ears
moving limbs and wings
turning neck, hopping legs
whether you came or angels,
tell me who came first

Nature liked to dance with
singing birds, swinging trees
whirling winds bringing
fragrance of flowers
sweetness of fruits