The Kingfisher Poem by Jayita Basak

You, with a colourful-feathered figure, Flew like a Rafale above my rigor.
You made blow the light twigs,
Dear, you are the king of kings.
I viewed you hunting fishes,
Deepening beak in water with hopeful wishes.
Finally when you had caught it,
You did scatter with bliss for a minute.
Lively, you flew high in the sky,
To the top-poled lie.
Wandering towards the tropical sphere, Making a smokey line all over.
Your colours mixed astir,
In the deepness of cloudy sphere.

-Jayita Basak