Relative And Essential... Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

at times I am happy
with just a spoonful of sugar
again often I jeer at the whole
can of sugarcane juice!
when the silvery juice
of the mellow full moon
wets the nearby still pool
their transient tryst
at once brings the bliss
that delights this moon-struck fool!
the golden gaze of the fiery eye
at the bevy of cheeky sunflowers
huddling and giggling over a stretch
of spread sari of lovely mother nature
pumps my heart with the plenty air of joy!