First Rain Poem by Saroj Padhi

FIRST RAIN

Every first rain smells of telling tears of love
in the silently fuming star-crossed chests on earth
that burn like hot twigs in summer garden of separation
when sighs of smokes from disheveled night jasmines coil up
into a sky of expectations, fuelling the clouds with desires-
dark like the mascara in the deeply draped eyelashes of stars
that yearn for a moon, marooned in mundane monsoon mires;

drops that drench a thirsty earth in hope of feeding new seed
and breed hopes in fresh blooms wilting under waves torrid;
rain that revives Harsingars from a temporary tomb
stirring their old aroma in earth's newly moist womb,
unleashing memories from an uneasy past hush
redeeming the scent of pain in grasses' fresh blush
echoing in sounds of pitter-patter, bees' honey-rush!

COPY RIGHT: @ SAROJ K. PADHI / 02.07.17