AROMA OF SPRING

Fragrance from bodies of buds

In the deep mango grove,

Under a Spring sun’s bower ,

Thick, Intense, but mischievous ,

Overpowers the dangling  air,

Muzzling its present desire ,

Under weight of an overhanging mist,

To blow away in small wisps of wind

 Leaving  the garden behind ,

To escape from an asphyxia

Caused by mangoes’ odorous hysteria.

Petals from  flaming Palasa drop off

At sharp pecks from birds in ecstasy,

To reel In the throes of a sweet pain

As they are sucked again and again .

Down they fall onto the heads

Of dithering  jasmines

Dazed In their  light oozes ,

Before they fall to be casually sucked by ants

On a leafy and  grassy ground,

With shiny drops of dew around .

Your jasmine soaked body

Has shed petals of night’s sensuous dream

Awaking to the wonders of a sensual Spring

Steeped in mischievous aroma

From  zillions of mango buds

That scribble endless love lyrics

On barks , petals and leaves.

@copy right : Saroj k. padhi/ 14. 02.15