BETWEEN  YOUR PONYTAILS

Katak,

Why do you  always try to cage me

between  your two  pony tails

in their cascade-like flow

down  to vast fertile lands of imagination

where I am a captive to the  moist musk

of million flowers bursting with affection ?

Why does your sandy mud stick to my tired feet

like obstinate memories,

like dust on old  cowries

with anguish of adolescent  love  replete?

Why do you always  haunt me

like a youthful dream

 in the corridors of  eternal Time

turning me into a dumb lover

of your ethereal  beauty in morning mist,

your holy chants from  a devoted  priest

singing the glory of Goddess Durga

in  Autumn’s pleasant evenings

when Goddesses Chandi,

 Banadurga and Gadachandi

offer  flowers of  joyous blessings ?

Your heights also awe me

with enchanting views  of  the Mahanadi

from the steps of Lord Siddheswar’s temple

where my beloved  God-mother

offers  ambrosia  from heaven

as my steps to a sweet world above

seem to unconsciously quicken !

Comp. n  copy right: saroj k. padhi,

03/10/14