FOOTFALLS OF SPRING

You have been seeking me these days Love

Not knowing that you are seeking---

In your eyes I see rainbows assuming

Freshest colours from flowers

Who turned mad in throes of acute longing ;

I listen to the susurrus of your footfalls

In endless chatters of wind with mango buds,

In their mild voice about the fog whimpering;

I smell you in the mist of aroma swinging

In our familiar garden from flowers’ oozing teats

From sweat of trees in their musky armpits ,

I enjoy dance of thoughts about you

 in my blood stream in tune with birds old and new,

in charm of the rising crescendo of their singing ;

I feel you my Love now in each of my breath ,

In enchanting thoughts about my fragrant death

In our ecstatic union’s penultimate meeting.

@ copy right : saroj k. padhi 13/02/15