Those Birds Poem by Saroj Padhi

Those birds at the tree top under moon light
that sang so sweetly from dewy dusk to dawn,
from balmy breathing boughs of solitary night,
in tune with humming hearts, seem to have gone-
in search of you who made them in choir sing
as your gilded voice in each twitter did so ring
like enchanting echo of frenzied calls of mates
in throes of wild love, in wet hug of mad Spring-

but now the bedewed branches do gently trill
as unsuckled hives overbrim to softly fall and fill
mouths of wandering ants that on grass do leap
as they enjoy Nature's bounty with long hours of sip;
O how much does this dale in light wintry Spring
long for the feathery touchof your luminous being!