TURMOIL

There I stand speechless
unable to express
how much I long
to die into the contours
of this earth, the hill nearby
the music of the stream
and  above, the vast sky.
In moments like this
again something holds me back—

Is it some unknown fear
or excessive self love,
anxiety
or incapacity
why this inner turmoil??

Why do I recoil
to remember in silence
and adore in secrecy
your magnificence??

Tell me why
I want to die again and again
into the earth, hill, stream and the sky
that so beautifully in you lie.

Comp. n copyright: saroj k. padhi