MYTH  AND ‘WOMAN’

Tall trees whisper the secret syllables

of  your enchanting name

in  the archives of  collective memory

in  caves of words echoing love and fury

bound to a  flexible   frame of time;

as  the wind swims across

changing the contours of your face

across  history,  the rules of our relation

and  the laws about  love’s game change

 with lines about victory or defeat

turning hazy in the sands of clime;

and  myriad  butterflies flit across

on their usual hurry and rush

to  chats  with bees  and trysts with trees

daily changing the rules of the ploy

with women tough or girls all coy

while sucking honey

from the brimming youth

in their  burning prime;

And startled at the haste

with which myths turn and twist their heads

I shrink back to my impotent silence

to be lulled back to my  fragile self

on the shifting sands of time.

Comp. n copyright: saroj k. padhi/21.07.14