Posted by: Ron DuBour | February 12, 2015





You have been seeking me these days Love
Not knowing that you are seeking—
In your eyes I see rainbows assuming
Freshest colours from flowers
Who turned mad in throes of acute longing ;

I listen to the susurrus of your footfalls
In endless chatters of wind with mango buds,
In their mild voice about the fog whimpering;

I smell you in the mist of aroma swinging
In our familiar garden from flowers’ oozing teats
From sweat of trees in their musky armpits ,

I enjoy dance of thoughts about you
in my blood stream in tune with birds old and new,
in charm of the rising crescendo of their singing ;

I feel you my Love now in each of my breath ,
In enchanting thoughts about my fragrant death
In our ecstatic union’s penultimate meeting.

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

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