RUSTLING LEAVES

Don’t know how the music of your foot steps

sneaks in,  bewitching  the soul of my ears

thro’ the thick of talkative leaves on grass

that lie in a frenzy of  long, cool shivers,

awakening in our Earth the romance of ancient rivers

that are at present  in trickles of happy tears

with a spasm of sweet pain running thro’ every nerve

incurred by perfume of your potent presence around

bringing an end to all my old, irrational fears ;

My breath grows louder, longer and deeper

in expectation of a repetition of that whisper

you sent thro’ the leaves of my yearning lips

long back during our Jamuna trips

like you always do with your flute, Govinda

that keeps me in an ever awakening spate of joy

in my breath I feel  music of your woodwind toy.

Comp. n copy right : saroj k. padhi/05.01.15