CRUMPLED  PETALS

As my liquid soul flows and pines to flow still more

 in rhymes of pent up agony from life’s constant blows--

in myriad forms of rudeness of unloving hearts galore,

 cruelties of  sadistic hands reeking of souls’ ugly sore ;

I fail to decipher million intricacies of your many designs

the mysteries under which this life of ours strangely signs ;

the enigma of wind caught  in fire, the endless replica of desire

the stories of hunger in midst of plenty and filth under shower ;

petals of my morning flower that awoke to many miracles--

of hot pink glories writ newly in hearts of  ecstatic lovers  ,

now droop like deodars under a scorching sun of summer

in the swelter of gasping throbs in heart’s secret chamber ;

don’t know when these petals crumpled as I put my first step

on the first of the twenty two steps leading to your sanctorum

I retreat again to refresh those petals with prayers’ fresh sprinkles

Not knowing when they will return to their shiny original twinkles  !

@copy right: saroj k. padhi /21.02.15