Absent-Minded Poem by Saroj Padhi

ABSENT-MINDED

Spring has made me quite absent-minded
and more absent-minded is my scooty
that strays into strange paths,
winding streets and a blind alley
of this burgeoning city
in search of a few moments I dropped
and lost somewhere;
on wheels as I think of you and look aside,
the leaves on branches turn still greener
flowers grow wild in their smile and look fairer
breezes scatter your fragrance everywhere

and bees hum still louder,
looks in corners of the eyes take on the stars
and your pomegranate lips turn redder;
I don't know how to come back to myself-
this Spring has blown me away from the center
and plunged me into the oceanic blue waves
surging in curves and contours of your youthful body
where bewildered butterflies oft' love to play
in quest of honey before making their stay;
Spring has made me so unmindful these days
even in hours of morning mist
as I forget my way back home
after with Nature having a short tryst.