Hadagarh Poem by Saroj Padhi

Clouds nestle between crests of hills
like my dense desires touching you deep down
where roots of your lush green skin ooze to the brim
mesmerizing the morning Sun to play the Moon
behind thickets of dark, sensuous thoughts
that incite the red lilies on the surface of your playful body
to break head on morning waves
not being able to kiss beams
lost to the dull dawn of a September day;

Salandi is still half asleep here with million dreams awake
in her half shut eyes kissed by a cold wind
as miles away the mother Sal tree on the broken, source hill
fails to form resin around her drying up barks
and the wild animals cut short visits to the sinking river;

cover me dear Love with the blanket of your old warmth
as sleep failed me during night on the bank of this wailing lake
where deodars are oft' tossed by an impotent wind,
fishes escape nets of hungry fishermen
and the dam ceaselessly bangs head on the rocks
to echo the voices of the aggrieved souls in timeless pain.