Blooms In A Pathless Wood Poem by Saroj Padhi

This morning my dream barged in on me

like a whip of air from some ancient land

stirring an old spark from ash of memory-

a Spring's new touch with her breezy hand;



there million roses bloomed on her cheek

turning me into a nameless wandering freak

to fly and flutter thro' the pathless wood

like a nestless lone bird with swinging mood;



entwined with cobwebs of desire to smell dew

in bosoms of flowers fighting shy of Sun rays,

I staggered on as leaves fallen restless grew

to smell agony of fog-burnt buds lying in daze;



long lines of leaves burned in smoldering heaps

when thorns in rosebush pricked my finger tips

I know my salvation lay in the tongues of flame

but a few soulful pauses hold a key to the game;



Neem buds like diamonds cascade from heaven

blooms of Spring in pathless wood life do enliven.