KADAMBA TREE IN FRONT OF MY HOUSE

God comes to plant his first morning kiss

in beaming rays of Sun, softly touching thee,

before spilling His soul’s magic over me ;

buds under night’s hangover open their blinking eyes ,

leaves tremble in intimations from unknown

with newly lighted green dreams to rise ;

and humming to your crazed ears ,the wind

retells myths that crossed our forefathers’ mind ;

about memories of love that elude cruel times

about moments of salvation revisiting at good times,

and shades of lights and darkness at play

in strange nuances during all changing climes .

In the dim evenings of low street lights

you search for some balm in the surrounding air,

under shower of moon beams, you are all fire

with wild ecstasy flowing thro’ your rumpled hair ;

and in darkness, reflect on your secret wounds

in tune with sombre music from strings of heart’s lyre.

You are my life, my love , my hope , my despair

with you  I seek my death and my salvation

before to the heavenly abode I  silently repair.

@copy right : saroj k. padhi. 10/02/15