Echoes from Koel

A flock of wild geese wings faster than I
normally see, happy in their morning glory,
dropping rain drenched silver white feathers.

Koel river picks echoes of the Palamau forest
and drop them on the banks in all seasons.
live breathing is as if a sound of music.

In spring, all the singing is in the top of the trees
Sal leaves draw sketches on the grass to answer
the mellow sunlight and light up the distances.

Wildflowers begin distilling a sweet fragrance
every leaf is noiseless, every footprint mute.
the silence explodes into many orderly nodes.

I try to remember my childhood days, the unforgiving
world wipes them from my memory, the clouds that
give me storm, push my reflections into the void.