I’M AN ADULTERESS

I admit I’m an adulteress,

But ask me not how I became one….

And if blame you must

As you need to blame someone…

Blame it on the numerous nights of smokeless tears

Inside the wounded heart of my lonely pillow ;

Blame it on the stars that kept me awake throughout night

To fill my heart with promise of that tantalizing passion

In each of their restive wink restoring  the heat of true love

Inside the dark cage of routine life, and a little emotion;

Blame it on the insomniac moon that rent my heart

With a desire for retreat to those juvenile dreams

That in some remotest corner kept burning urging my cells

To lose into that flame of meaningful ,crazy beams;

Blame it not on my husband or children who are my sole love

Rather blame it on that wild stream that stole my rippling mind

Into the folds of its wavy heart, teaching me how to flow with glow

That keeps the lover Sun  in ecstasy without  a single worldly bind.

Comp. n copy right : saroj k. padhi

15/12/14