MORNING HUG

Mud and slime in soft breast of Earth from night’s random showers

in a blissful hug with early March sunshine

whisper some secrets into ears of Spring wind,

overhearing which leaves stretch out their wings

as if to embrace an eternity under the Sky ;

Palash flowers on golden boughs in an abandon of reflex ,

sway in ecstasy as a flock of birds suddenly take off

from their clasp after a long suck, to their cheek muscles’ happy flex ;

Birds in an jubilant chorus pamper the half-ripe plums ;

bees are lost in their own hums ;

mango buds are madly in love with their own ooze ;

and the crow at the tree top caws after a happy snooze ;

At this hour of Nature’s intense love

the owl of my past gets lost into the radiance of an effulgent Sun ,

as the Jamun tree madly swings

lost in dance of a dream about berries to come along with lots of fun .

Here I can see you borne in the palanquin of my breaths

singing the glory of life in the midst of drama of all deaths .

@ copy right : saroj k. padhi 05/03/15