BUNCHES OF FLAMES

Trees ablaze with love’s fire or studded with blooms of sweet desire !

These rising flames tell all about the passionate Spring’s story entire ;

As a boy as I climbed to their topmost branches , sucking in fresh juices

Watching river Birupa, with songs tumbling out of her secret sluices ,

Weaving dreams about my new golden ideas of more and more loots

from difficult bodies of thorny  bushes yielding berries from shoots ,

after drink from the river in love’s simple quiver sparkling in flashes

drenching face as I bent down to slap the waters to cute wild splashes .

Do not know when the flaming Palasa grew up so fast as to be abuzz

with scandals about my love doing rounds in their aroused branches,

in hums of  wild bees, in songs of breezes and birds’ excited screeches

in whispers of some dwarf trees around , about my heart’s secret itches .

The forest is awake now to many such stories of new love being written,

in hearts of new lovers drawn to dwell in such secret branches smitten--

by arrows from God of love at the advent of a new Spring and spreading

the myth of  Goddess Parvati cursing God of Fire who had disturbed her

in her privacy with her consort Lord Shiva and incurred her fiery anger.

Hence the God in flames of petals keeps writing stories of love in air

And keeps ablaze in million hearts love’s time- old sweet , lovely fire.

@comp. n copy right : saroj k. padhi/ 20.02.15