Posted by: Ron DuBour | March 7, 2015

TOUCHING THE PEEPUL~by Saroj Padhi


 

 

TOUCHING THE PEEPUL

As I touch the Peepul again
Under a morning mist’s rain
Birds alight from its lofty tops
To peck at my heart’s old pain ;

For their feed of daily morning dose
In my dreaming blood’s subtle grain,
When the Goddess is still in her sleep
Leaving us to a life so very uncertain !

What can I do now except watch
Time’s white herons swoop down
To pick from fresh quarries,
With butterflies roving around scattering
Dust of their hidden glories,
On flowers half asleep most of whom
Are in a long dreaming spree,
Love that was born tied to chains
Is now absolutely frolicsome and free;

This is the beauty of being besotted
With life under a beautiful Peepul tree.

@COPY RIGHT : SAROJ K. PADHI– 07/03/15


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