Herons Poem by Saroj Padhi

These white herons brooding near me
want to say something
as they retract their long bills,
meditate for a while
look up to the cloudy sky
with no desire now to fly
as their feet on green grass
get soaked in rain
the butterflies drunk enough descend
from long lip-locks with flowers
to swirl across their faces for sometime
and not to come back to me again.
These herons with peace in their plumes
surrounded by butterflies of many hues
transport me into joys
that at the heart of Nature lie
offering vision of God
beauty and bliss
for which human hearts always sigh.