LAST VISIT

I know you will come

when from this world I’m gone,

stand beside a lump without shadow,

to look at dream’s mellow meadow ;

with an arrow of light from heaven

by a soft wind  to be slowly shaken ;

and feel my still parted lips

without life’s honeyed drips…

You will find me flung—

a hum of happy tunes

by fairies of night to be sung,

and I  will be surrounding you

like specs of scented dust

into the lap of a big cosmos flung…

we will be nodding  our heads

like buds of love from boughs of passion hung ,

soaked in  beads of dew that to our green leaves

so dispassionately clung, when we were young !

comp. n copy right : saroj k. padhi/ 06/01/15