GARDEN SMOKE

Smells from burnt out leaves in heaps

coiling upwards  with their dispassionate wings

caught  in the trap of a stale air for sometime

sign  an MOU with the wind for release

on  request from roses and tuberoses,

the  solitary Casuarina celebrates

with an applause

echoing the joy of a wild Bay in the garden

of  your sprawling body ;

the  diminishing rays of  a disinterested Sun

relax on the grassy mound

when owls yawn inside tree-hollows

waking  from sleep

to prepare for a good catch of the night ,

coils  leave  burying thoughts

of sudden blast deaths  during the day

in the womb of a darkening sky

and  the garden leaves return

to   soft shivers of delight

which deep at the heart of the garden lay.

Copyrighted :Saroj K. Padhi

09/06/14