DO NOT PLAY YOUR FLUTE, GOVINDA

Why are you playing  on your flute Govinda

Turning me on to shameless heights

Of exposure under this excited moon

Tickling  these  impatient Kadambas  

To shed every bit , what to say about

Their orange sarees under a white glare,

Sticky  with bees’ ceaseless love-bites

As you give your stunning looks

And   endless  cunning  stare ?

I’ m   neither happy  with you nor your beguiling song

For Jamuna is rotting in  trickles of her black tears

And the streets of Mathura  ,Brindaban , without rain

Romance of peacocks,growing  stale with  cow dung .

How can I  make love with you in this night of fears

Threatened by Dengue , violent  torrents and  tears?

Please stop playing that flute of yours  that sends tremors

To my timid heart soaked in love for you but without its cheers !

Comp. n copy right : saroj k. padhi

17/08/14