The Same Equation. Poem by Ravi Panamanna

At night
When she unveils her body,
A fragrance fills the air,
He is into the coolest springs.

In a few moments
He is back from the torrents.
The whispering wind is still alive,
The fragrance hasn’t left the vales.

From these singing dales
He thinks of those fire-flies!
They are born in moments
And soon to perish- what do they taste?

Childhood? Youth?
Sex and love?
A timeless age, the feel of rainbow,
And the whispering cascades of life?

Be it anyway,
They too yearn the springs of life.
As the moments crop their wings,
They too crawl for air and scent.

This is an endless quest,
This is the timeless zest.
Every breath is an urge to live,
Every beat is a hope for a dawn.