FLIRTING  WITH  MY  LOVE

ONE evening while flirting with my Love

I said “Why do you always compare me with Moon ?

Do you think I like it? In fact I hate that Moon

that comes in between so often us late or soon

while I’m enjoying love’s timeless boon ;

like this garland of tuberoses on my braid

look, how it blunders on  to my face again and again

while you try to taste the plum on my lips,

the naughty Wind  pouts in taking half of my joy away.

Look how your divine touches are made to drift away

by a conspiratorial Moon and a naughty wind

handling whom so difficult it I find

except this Kadamba tree

that truly loves me.”

Do you know Govind, when you are not around

Thousand grape soft hands of yours do my body surround

With flying  kisses from his falling leaves

Under whose shower my love breathes ,

I smell you in his bark, boughs and his soul in beams

I love you in the whispers of his supple dreams

His liquid soul drips onto my breast in drops of tear

When after a long absence with him I’m  there.”

At this my eternal lover smiled like my shivering love-tree

And for all this He is perhaps jealous now not to leave me.

@ copy right : saroj k. padhi/ 18.02.15