Something Memorable

A rain-soaked paddy field reflecting the blue-grey shades of d dusk...a flock of storks slowly alighting from the fields, and gracefully ascending towards the horizon directly into a swarm of crows flying homeward, almost disrupting it..but still it danced about in black and white swirls merging here, seperating there..forming a living pattern of flight, wings..all set against a silver-lined cloud-laded dusky sky...A sight I was lucky enough to see n enjoy on my train trip towards home :) The sort of sight that makes a poet out of a man.I couldnt help but salute the artist sublime... the God of small,big and all things :)