A Creeper Poem by Saroj Padhi

From guts of dusty village road
picked stray pebbles and glass balls
to play country golf
when the bliss of innocence
unaware, unnoticed slipped off
between the fingers, along with the balls
that rolled into the narrow holes;

from contours of Youth's supple body
and glen of green heart,
plucked gems of joy
when years swiftly slipped away
rocking the bones with Time's shocking ploy;

in the thorny desert of age ripe
as I search for some rich moments-
a pilgrim soul homebound
trying to take off the slushy ground
and relate with the absolute
I fall and bleed without a sound
on quicksands of life, unfirm, irresolute!