RIVERSIDE

Here the heaths incessantly hum your name,

reeds sing of the white blossoms in your dark braid

catching moon light in their palms unfolded

in a trance with eyes blindfolded,

knotting  the mad night to the aroma

from your arm-pits soaked in the sweat of a soft drizzle;

buds in half-lit bushes bloom into big desires

flaming stars to beam  with strange fires;

muddy waters in the marshes smear your growing image

across the vast moist moor merging into a jungle

where farmers collect spiny gourds from creepers

dangling from boughs  of big trees

as  snakes hiding there jump and play

and I move like a wisp of cloud

across your wet body in a desire to kiss

your  dark brows still holding on

to the streaks of a rainbow already gone.

Comp. n copy right : saroj k. padhi

09/09/14