A SWEET DRINK

Why does darkness again and again fill my cup

As I try to drink your beauty

In morning or evening

Midnight or noon

Late or soon?

You are always getting laced with

A sweet poison from past

Sinking like dregs into the bottom of mind

And  changing the texture of the drink,

The colour of dreams,

The nature of imagination

My thoughts

My emotion !

As I move on

After the drink

Into a peace do I sink

Like dew

 Into the grass’ hue

Under drunken stars’ unsteady wink

And  I lovingly die

Into a shrouded  Moon’s  helpless blink .

Comp. n copy right : saroj k. padhi

15/09/14