YOU, ME AND THE BARE TREE

I know you are there

alone smiling to self

as  I write here

about the birds

that come to sit

on  that bare tree

of our afternoon love

to invite new leaves to it

and unleash your spirit

from the hurts

of direct sun and shower

and bloom for you anew

millions of songs and flower

and as I gaze in amazement

at the tree and you from here

your silence kills me

with my growing hunger

to be the leaf of your desire

and soak enough rain

forming  a sweet bower

for the birds to sit with you

and smell the flower of our love

in full bloom inside hearts

under heaven’s perfumed shower !!!

comp. n copyright : saroj k. padhi/27.07.14