PEACE
For God’s sake, please stop trying to communicate
when I am in a deep communion here, with the rocks
dozing in the aftermath of a siesta filled with dreams
that we normally dream : of a greater greenery
in the breezy clouds of sweet , lovely streams .

Please stop talking when here the birds ponder
before they copulate in the thick of branches green
with their love in our interest , before in dark they preen;
and desires their feathers gently ruffle
under a bright moon sheen..

Please stop chattering when the leaves here
whisper the secrets of being at peace
in tune with the bewitching breeze
with our souls rising from distress
to sing in life with a better sweetness.

Comp. n Copyright: saroj k. padhi