DREAMING PALASH

Ripples in the river freak out in wind multiplying ,

Filling in the blues in my mind with beauty of waters

Rare like blue moon in a placid March morning ,

Lost into her joys of giving the peace that she offers ;

As I sit waiting for you in the labyrinths of my desire

Hangovers of dilemmas familiar still haunt faintly ,

When squirrels rush out of tree tops with tails flicking,

Their excited chittering merging into waves so lovely ;

White butterflies flit across carrying the glory of a Sun

With loads of grains of dreams on their wings shining

Like the lost stars that were so bewitching but gone ,

And the luscious young mangoes in love cutely smiling ;

Don’t touch me for I’m now a red Palash in bloom

Waiting for beaks of Spring for an end to my gloom .

@copy right : saroj k. padhi 11/03/15