December Poem by Saroj Padhi

December is the sweetest month
blending Winter with heat of desire,
culling choicest memories to light
as dead leaves are flung into camp-fire-
around which frenzied youths dance
as into blazes of body their secret affair
does loudly transpire-
forgetful of deaths
caused by pounding pachyderms
or by wary, blood thirsty Naxals
with their landmines and gun fire;

nights rock with lights
emitting from sleepless lovers' eyes
as drops of dew shed by night
silence weeping flowers' sighs
under Moon's ceaseless shower
and stars with zest
keen about the glorious fest
wink from heaven's lofty spire;

let me catch hold of a moment
from the jungle's bower
where lilies are quietly born
in tune with the billowing buffalo horn
from the nearby hamlet,
as birds from the shady boughs
a song of Spring time love,
so keenly do inspire!