DROOPING SUN

As the Sun droops into a desired corner of darkness

Under burden of day’s  random thoughts

And the hills at the distance  drown

Like flakes of  ice in light floats

Inside  the  crimson drinks of a sighing  sky;

Blinking  fireflies

search for memories of  their soul-mates

lost in last cyclone

and  the dry river trickles on alone;

the washerman’s wife in  a cool resign

folds  dried up clothes on the bank--

and their children in bare feet look on

into a dim horizon;

buffaloes burning with hunger

chew hay in the darkening fields

drawing their calves still closer;

I ‘m lost in  remembrance of  ripples

of the vanished waters of a young river

whose sagging breasts  now

reflect a glimmering half moon

With strands of pale sands

and bits of  stray skeletons around

where like the spectre of a gliding snake

your  sinuous memories surround .

Comp. n copy right : saroj k. padhi

26/09/14