WAIT  FOR  END  TO  RAIN

When will this rain stop

With each of its  big drop ?

For I  don’t want it to sop

This body before I meet  her

On   the nearby  mound’s top

Under  that   age old banyan  tree

Where desires are completely  free

With leaves large dripping nectar

At the touch of birds alighting

To the  soaked boughs from afar .

She has promised  a lot for the evening :

Dew for lips, Oriole’s song for soul ;

Squirrel’s  touch for skin

And  sprinkles of petals

On  thick  bed of grass moist and green

Under  bowers , for tired bodies to roll .

Let me not  wet this body

With rain that has ruined  millions

Let me wait for Winter  to creep in

Inviting an end to all  such destructions.

Comp. n copyright : saroj k padhi

16/08/14