The ‘you’ of my poems is no particular person nor the ‘I’ of my poems always I. They are variants .A poem takes its own situation, characters, feelings and thoughts…I m just a medium to arrange them in some suitable words…..         Saroj  .

PASSION PURE

At last I have reached you it seems --

the white petals of passion ;

At the end of a long journey

through miles of bleeding cracks

 in  the overly emotional heart ,

after meandering thro’ baffling mazes of mind

to rest on beguiling beauty of blossoms

that became dearer to some  strange God

leaving  me burning into sweet white flames

inside the warm and cosy home of green sod ;

happy with my little world of white flowers

kissing  butterflies and bees under bowers ,

I  count and read the beads of night’s bliss  

and rejoice at the  sacrificial death of Sun

dying  every night a lover- sincere and  true

to invoke the lovely moon for limitless fun ;

each of my breath melts into the mild petals

opening out  into soft smiles at the magic look

from the face of a swift and clear cracking dawn

I bow to you God, my lover of day and night

hold me light

just as you hold this universe, your pawn .

Comp. and copyright : saroj k. padhi

10/08/14