SPRING
I TREMBLED IN A DEW DROP
It has come from fields of my village Awakening me in a dust-lit town, Obliterate winter’s icy touch on feet Branching out heart for green hills, I am drifted apart from blood of a city Feel differently from bulging crowd.
I trembled in a dew drop Beaming from a leaf, The wintry moon In deeper blue Gleams in its womb, The shadowy petals Luminously swell, I saw me in it in soulful joy The moon, the flowers and me Slide so faster on the icy floor, Reflected for a gentle move In a bed ensuring fall, A limpid image never seen Swaying in my eyes, Tossing on each other’s head Caress softly our souls.
It is now I ride quickly in horses of mind Spatter out my heart for aching love, I shimmer with thoughts echoing me In desires prowling among swarming bees. Here people blot out peace in flames Burn life for a half-inch love they spare, No time to mark the change in the breeze The last touch of old winter on wet grass. I close my eyes in my lawn when I think Scamper the heart for moments of past, Spring gilded my tainted eyes on flowers Blushes like a bride in our village orchard. The lolling lips embalmed for love around Effortlessly affluent in desires in a sport, When our love is bounded for a living But here it was for life afterwards stored. A gift for trees to wear clothes of leaves Entice passion-free for girls singing sweet, In the longings of birds in love on river bank I stood there to sink into their leafy lips. Sojourned at life’s sweetest halts Spring strolls in my heart’s bower, Reminds me of those birds in nest Locked in pure embrace without fear.
Alas! it could not hold me The winds willful error Fevered us in a storm, We were apart in our place The lavish of joy soon undone The charm quickly goes far, I walked deeper in to dark Smiling back at emptiness Dispersing me in solitude. Composed and copyright by Rajendra K. Padhi