Over the wetlands of the azure abyass ,
the stoic herons gracefully spread their wings,
With riotously festooned cacophony and a medley of hopefulness in the air .

Now flying across the vast disappearing wetlands ,
In search of a safe abode, many a miles away from the homeland .

Each glide into a confident flight towards a provisional detatchment, searching newer homes without resentment .
From log to log , upon the swampy waters ,
into the wilderness of their own.
Percase where time stands still in a never ending zone !

Wild ; yet safely perched in the lap of nature .
Scaling the lengths and breadths, a blustery, gusty way ,
Each day a newer journey , passing through a haze of emotions .
Come rain , come shine there's nothing that stops the time .

Captured are they in the vicious circle of the antiquity of life ,
Nonetheless obliterated by the dark knights of death .

A poise , a pose; Alas! in  lame hope ,
It's moments like these that turn into a smile,
Else ; everything is gone,
Gone as life is so fragile !

©M.D.Nimbalkar