AWAKE THUS

Why am I awake thus, this morning ?

To shafts of sunlight sucking from lips

of a grief-stricken river in furrows

of her endless quivers after night’s burning fever?

To the merger of  wounds of ancient love , of crumpled

petals in soul’s pockets, into the scintillating beams

of a morning caught in Sun’s sweet, new shiver ?

To smokes of clouds writing your name

again and again on the changing screen of the sky

with many ‘whys’ in my chest’s silent shiver ?

To the bloom of roses in Spring’s  white navel

that overshadow wistful beams of million moons

inside the heart of a ruefully  suffering river ?

To mild blushes on my own cheeks

as Spring comes with jasmines in hand asking for

the secret unpublished poem of my new love affair ?

@copy right : saroj k. padhi, 07/2/15