Deogarh Poem by Saroj Padhi

DEOGARH

The sweating Sal leaves smell of your aging body
as I amble along the craggy bends of your woody path,
sitting on the undulating hunch of my grousing camel,
to whet thirst with sips from your thinning stream
at Pradhanpat, you go back on your promise of honey
from your mimosa mouth, shattering my sweet dream;

the Sun sinks into the dense forest
like a bird losing address back home,
as a pall of gloom covers the beechen hills
burdened with the fear of Ultras in dark;
the Moon sneaks in
like a guilty lover to confess her sins
from behind the blind of dark clouds
to a host of stars brooding like saints
and blinking more before passing judgments.

Night birds silently shed tears
over loss of current in Kurudkut stream
limping down from the root of a tree uphill
to a sleepy gulmohar town in wakeful dream;
butterflies roam flapping wings in wild abandon
scattering droplets of peace
as Sal leaves rustle in tune with the fountain
to gather moments of bliss!

COPY RIGHT: @ SAROJ K. PADHI / 01.06.18