NIGHT  SKY

The moons of the changing nuances of your smiles

Float across a sparse snowy forest under susurrous clouds

Whispering endless myths of ancient love stories

Into the enchanted ears of the Kadamba trees

With their leaves fingered by a gentle breeze,

And stars of night jasmines girdling your loins,

You are afloat it seems on a vast pool of waters

Like a lily under a blaze of white fire ,

With folded hands to utter your prayer

In rumblings of thunder that causes

Lightnings of instant love in cool air…

The drooping Neem trees sway gently in assent

Awoken to their  dreams of the Lord in need of wood

For His every twelfth-year-turn of reincarnation in offing,

when Maoists behind their back prepare for gun-fire ;

my love is stuck up in trails of clouds turning black

under apprehensions of a terror attack in the heavy air

when you walk in elan on heaven’s cobbled floor

without heeding thunders and fire,

like a lotus in a mood of prayer .

Tell me love how to hold on to calm in this situation

when your memories catch fire in night air

without you being there, without you being there.

@ copy right : saroj k. padhi. 13/02/15