MELLOW  LOVE

Moments of crisis in life that had sprung

Thorns of riddle all over your body

Open out into colourful petals of love

At the touch of a mist-soaked amorous Sun

Rolling on half-dried grass for frolic and fun;

When every creature here is also on a run

To be contained by hug of the sticky leaves

Of swaying grass on the sprawling Sunday lawn

Where children play with butterflies

At the old rendezvous of our foggy morn.

You have little desire now but a wish

To vanish into the colour of the  petals

That tremble in expectancy of a mellow union

With eternity at the end of our finger tips

Urging us to leave body soon to be born

Again in this virile, indolent Winter dawn.

Comp. n copy right : saroj k. padhi

14/12/14