Glowworm's Delight Poem by Saroj Padhi

The day I stole butterflies from your lips
you stole peace of my mind
inscribed in body's abysmal deeps,
inflaming thoughts of union in the vacuum
breeding lotuses in joints' dried-up creeks,
but you hid your self
at the corner of some dark sanctorum;
strangely I sought
your shadow everywhere
and loved every little thing about you:
the henna on your palms ignited my eyes
and I longed to burn with them to colors new,
with each sunrise
you were the sun
in every drop of desire's dew;
the champak in your youthful breath
many a forbidden desire did brew;
and secretly I thought over the enigma
in your half-bloomed smiles
that hid some drops of tear
while revealing only a few.
The day you stole dream from my sleep
I have been awake all night
to wander like a lone, lost glowworm
in a stranger's bedroom in dim bed-light.