THE TABLE MOUNTAIN

Here as I scribble your name

on the blazing face of the rock

at the top of this Table Mountain

the  lime stone chalk in my hand

in its  white rush

gives  a silent blush

arousing the jealous sun

to dart behind the cloud  and wink

and a silhouette moon softly to blink ;

soon your glow spreads around

kissing faces below and above

sprinkling drops of scarlet love :

on  petals of wild flowers

white and pink

to a sticky dew ,

drenching   velvet body

of  the Elephant Mountain

in  a fresh green hue ,

the statue of Vivekananda

and  at its base, a meditating few ,

dripping  peace from the flag

of  Lord Jagannath under a limitless blue

and  all the humble half-sleeping houses

on carved out  slopes of the small town

like tired wings of butterflies

stuck in a crimson glue ;

here my native friend Nilu

sings  as he collects dry twigs

with a strange content in his voice

(brewed by gruel and rice water !)

And joins me to echo your name

in the caves of all mountains

hearts of hamlets

and  hearts of friends

with feelings so very new !!!    

composition n copyright :

saroj kumar padhi

10/06/14