YOUR  UMBRELLA

You hold the umbrella over my head

To stop the drops of rain that Heaven does shed;

Over the arches of my wet consciousness,

Your sweet love’s arbor  of a singing cool  shade !

As the butterfly of your look

Flits across the sky of my heart

Casting a rainbow of desire

Across my drooping mind,

Of roses oozing under rain

Me, you remind;

                                                                             

Where honey bees  of  my looks

Drink from petals of your lips in slow sips,

Along with  rain of bliss  from showers

That in  tune with music  softly drips;

From your umbrella’s soaked bowers

I’m  such a  poor captive

Under your magic powers !

Not knowing when

I have become

Inside your dark tresses

A bunch of aromatic flowers !

Copm. N copy right : saroj k. padhi

23/09/14