NOON  SEA

Endless whimpers of yellow leaves

Seem to be lulled by a still noon wind

Weaving dreams on your body’s sandy shore,

Scratching the root of desire at every pore

Where seeds of love wait to sprout in galore;

But where I wait for the opening of a secret door

Before being claimed by the sword-fish on its hunt

To turn me into one of million nameless dead turtles

Who prayed for mercy to the Sun on sands’ shiny floor.

As my Lord draws such a mammoth crowd

On eve of His reincarnation, to us so precious, so dear;

Have we purified our bodies, Sweet Heart

Before we bask in divine light drawing each day so near?

Let us leave our bodies with these yellow leaves dear

Before melting into the core of this vast roaring sea

Wherefrom we shall perhaps see our Lord, our real He .

@ COPY RIGHT : SAROJ K. PADHI/ 06.06.15