BEGUILED

I’m in love with such beautiful Evenings on run

That pass thro’ uncertain nights of casual love with moon,

Sometimes ending up with vermilion of Sun

On their foreheads, acquiring new recognition all so soon;

Here images of trees in the pool are more real

Than promises made by creatures of flesh and blood,

For they keep on constantly trying to sip in the depth of pool

When Evenings change their nature of human blood;

Images merge into the sky despite the layer of moss

On surface of pool’s water cooling anarchy of passion in wind,

When Evenings are restless like insecure stars at loss

Of wit, in face of temptations made by false suns at the hind ;

O God why do you put man in such situations of beguiling mid air

Forcing him to sway like a hopeless plantain leaf under Sun’s ire !

@ copy right : saroj k. padhi/ 10.03.15