SPRING  RAIN

Rain from a passing cloud in this Spring evening

Touches off a flurry of mixed feels ,

Inciting the naughty wind to play chicanery

With my beloved who is tempted to bare her mind

To kisses from beams turning pink on petals of her thoughts—

About me that bloom into a fantasy of my presence

Around her fragrant soul smelling of petrichor

When silently I turn into drops of passion in Night’s tear

And she , into a cool embrace of a drenched Earth

Without shadow of time or death over us or any vague fear ;

Look how my Lord moves here with beloved Radha

In a  Vimana on shoulders of devotees treading 

Common ground in an uncommon trance of mind ,

To bind all with love that thrills the rain to cheer

And the  wind to dance in joy at  my love’s new find.

@ saroj k.padhi /03.03.15