COY COOING !

There was a time

when the thousand blooms

on your face

even in shadow

of Spring’s presence

rocked the Sun’s heart

with riots of color

ripples of ecstasy

and rhymes of love;

inflaming its young body

to dive into the cold sea

of nocturnal sob

and  still your petals shied away

with the help of wind

from white kisses of flying dove

but now the scene has changed

turning blooms into brides’ hearts

where my lusty heart dare not  tread

for fear of birth of imminent love

prodding a poet’s heart

to prefer a self-consuming silence

inside the nest of a softly cooing dove !

comp. n copyright : saroj k. padhi/ 22.07.14