FOGGY HUG

A blanket of grey fog hangs over

Closing in Earth’s supple body still nearer ,

Hiding Night’s hunger

In the nearby soaring ant hills ,

With mandibles’ new fills

At the root of trees ,

Away from blow of breeze ,

Where from the ‘old man of the mound’

Watches on as overriding layers mount

Vulnerable green trunks

From holes of which snakes glide out

To wriggle thro’ thorny bushes

And  shed worn out skins of  old rashes ;

As the cold-infected Moon

Sneezes sputum of beams

Onto shimmering grass leaves

That wipe off this dirt with million hands

Before dabbing faces of stars

That restlessly blink without proper sleep

At sights of human woe their hearts do rip .

Amazed at your peaceful snore

I move to the open heart of the door

Where the sick Moon seeks a warm hug

Drawing me closer  still more and more .

Comp. n copy right : saroj k. padhi

20/11/14