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