Damn Fool This Heart Poem by Saroj Padhi

My words fail to plumb the depth
of my heart today,
in the heat of emotions
churned up by that look from Spring
when Summer still boils within
choking all voices willing to sing.
Why do your looks pine
for those tremors in the spine
that tossed our souls to heights
during nights of heart-ache under the vine?
Why do you look for those specks
from paints on canvas of hearts in green
when all hues of love fade like morning stars
as daily battles for life turn grave and grim?
Let me seal this damn heart
before words search for their familiar ring
and find the tune to sing,
and silently listen to its noiseless croon
in these hours of wars in the outside world
where Spring is destined to die soon.