Different Sight Poem by Saroj Padhi

Arrested in her rainbow-tinted eyes
I could hardly remember:
the color of sorrowing hearts wailing at night or day light,
the misery of sparrows stripped of their nests and joys of carefree flight,
could hardly feel the heat of wild fire engulfing whole forest ranges,
could hardly hear the sound of blasts
piercing the chest of cities,
the piteous cry of poor villagers munched by bears or mauled by pachyderms,
nor could I feel the sting of pandemic virus burning unfed bellies
or choking lungs of the beautiful earth;

She held me in the shade of a spectrum of blinding light
where the sun beams dazzled like
luminous wings of birds in flight,
like beads of diamond on fins of fishes
swimming in sheer delight,
where a phantom Moon came to play with clouds in the courtyard of the sky
like a blindfolded girl with barred eye sight,
there was an aroma of black basils and white jasmines doing round,
of musks and marigolds
blown by a wet wind all around
raining perfumes of sheer delight.