After years

 

I don't remember 

when I saw him.

But I recognised him

Sitting on the thin branch

Unexpected unwaited unwanted

I thought.

In the run of life

Life became pendulam

From rustic to urban

And again urban to rustic.

In between I had seen him

Years back

And enjoyed his look

Flying diving

And catching fishes.

Waiting somewhere near 

The water body in village.

His brownish beak

And blue wings 

Still I celebrate as present.

Though water body is bit far 

But he was behind my quarter.

Just looking at him

Only was the incarnation

Of bliss in itself.

I wanted to see him long

And capture all the sweetened

Memories all together.

But the hurried life

And responsibilities leading ahead 

Called me soon to travel the time span on and on.

What could I do 

I went.

But he was still on that unexpected unwaited unwelcomed branch.