WINTER ROMANCE~by Saroj K Padhi

 

 

WINTER ROMANCE

As a layer of mist hangs over sulking sands
creating an illusion of water
in the dry river lying in endless wait 
for the old romantic gush from the aged dam,
drops of dew sit on flowers in mild flutter
whispering each to each about dregs of Winter,
the breeze hijacks you on a bumpy ride
to the hill top where dark kisses lips of dawn
under shadow of towering rocks
that glisten under a sickle Moon’s dying glimmer,
morning gets born from womb of a smoke-tortured sky
to bask in Sun’s soft saffron flicker,
Palash flowers drooping like dawn-time fading dream
wake up with their heavy heads from fog’s heavy shocker ;
and my pilgrim soul’s longing for love
down the hill glows further refusing to wither !

COPY RIGHT :@ SAROJ K. PADHI / 20.01.18