A Throb Poem by Saroj Padhi

As the evening birds grope
the chest of the dusky sky
for answers hidden in dark
to Day's each, every why,
and the jasmine buds itch to open out
to a familiar darkness in your garden;
I keep waiting for that throb
lost long back in the corridors
of my heart's Eden —
replicated here in the trembles
of tender mimosa in the soft wind
their leaves in excitement clapping
in tune with my heart heaving;
the surfs of memories
tossing my awoken desires
on the bed of a scented night
where grass leaves ruffle her skin
worn like a chiffon garment tight.
On the ebony of this night
dreams, like fairies alight
and look how our soft breaths revive that throb
before our souls sweetly unite!