My Aching Petals Poem by Saroj Padhi

My aching petals fold in, anxious to pray
To shake off the layer of dust over my body
In a desire to shine in pure formless form,
When you whiz past me like an April night wind-
Reviving like a legend from the heart of past:
My lips fumble and mumble before they utter the name of my Lord
Like restive wind in the arms of empty clouds,
When the smell from burnt-out evening wick
At feet of my Goddess in courtyard, my thin consciousness shrouds;
Enthralling me to heights of divine ecstasy
When the air turns heavy with promise of downpour,
Sweetening our meets at the brink of twilight
And the Earth pressing up herself against our feet
Hungers for touches of our souls still more and more.
Now that we are at the shore of our enlightened souls-
Let us drop our praying petals before we leave for the land of scented
dust
Let us believe in our temporary fall, if our rise is a must.