Evening Rain Poem by Saroj Padhi

The damp walls of my aging house
smack of day's romance with rain
that has seduced each one,
even seeds dropped by birds
in cracks and crevices
grow into sweet, leafy saplings
of a wild smelling variety,
dangling in air from dark, doting cornices,
grasses overgrow
to spill out of earthen pots
on roofs, windows and terraces
mocking the precious plants in greenhouses;
drizzles descend to the ground,
down the dark, lush body of the ivy
without any sound,
to touch, smell and feel the cucumber flowers
whose eyes bespeak dreams of a full moon
long since home bound;
the inebriating wind under drizzles
hugs the jasmines and tuberoses,
before wafting the scented smokes
from burnt-out wicks near evening Goddess
to lofty heights in the sky of praying souls
where they form dense clouds of love for rain.