CACTUS  LOVE

Sweet Love, don’t touch my cactus lips

For you will injure your cute finger tips ;

as concealed  underneath, are my thorns

that silently bear all my heart’s old burns

with unseen ruptures in my blood streams

caused by broken dreams of thirty Springs ;

my roots are tangled in rocks of this old hill

my heart, partly eaten by ants in the anthill ;

leave them as such without causing self pain

for I’m waiting for someone who met me

 long back with promise of plenty  of rain .

@COPY RIGHT : SAROJ K. PADHI, 02/02/15