Burning In Sun Poem by Saroj Padhi

O how rare is the beauty of this soft burning
under the warm caresses of a mid-day Sun!
The luxury of melting as penitent thorns of Winter
morn, into beauteous petals of noon-time blossom!

when the shady bower under your golden brows
showers the musky dew of passion into the chest of day,
I love to burn like stalks of paddy lying on stubble fields
without thoughts about the drought-hit poor farm yields;

the butterflies love to carry the heat of the Sun on wings
before landing onto the swaying little, twittering twigs-
of sunflowers that dream of overflowing honey
at the edge of Winter, with the onset of million Springs;

shores echo with parties under the canopy of grey clouds
as little crabs dance around us on the warm sands
and nights' sighs are subsumed by the titillating sea-wind
that quickens the Sun-light thro' our freezing hands!