Love: You In The Water Of Yamuna River Poem by Subrat Pradhan

I had seen you in the water of Yamuna river
I was on the branches of kadamba tree
with the cuckoo
With you the water rippled
And the untouched still lake
of my mind.

Keeping the empty pot on the bank
You had unplaited your dark hairs
Smoothened your white white toes
Is the stone on the bank
more lucky than me really?

You had ascertained
If anyone is there, nearby
Keeping the clothes worn on the bank
You were penetrating the water
As if the lovemaking
On a silent late night.
And the floating flower, the leaf
And the bubbles were giving you the way.
As you were entering deeper
Inside the water
The branch of the kadamba tree
where I was
Was coming down and down
With the weight of
My anxiety and intoxication.
Your gold-cased, unornamented
Full bloomed body
On the blue saree of Yamuna
A clear portrait hanged still
In the room of my mind.

My body and head, my mind and soul
Trembling with a feeing of new ecstasy.
Everything you have is mine
Still I hanker after
To behold, to know you
Stealthily heavily
Again and again.

I had more and more to know, more to see
There was a feeling inside
The more I was beholding
The less I had seen of you.
As if I have uncovered
Your face from your saree
Just now only.

I know this is the only time
When a lass remembers
Her near and dear ones
The whole world becomes small
For her
And the stone on the bank becomes her friend
And with whom her time
Elapses as she shares her thought.

And suddenly you rise
Being disturbed by the sweet melody
Of a cuckoo
Many might be waiting
For her at her home
For the petty works done.

You were coming out
As the Airavat elephant
Piercing the water
And water falling
As the sparkling pieces of diamonds
From your body
And you were looking like
The lonely sunbathed Champa bud.
Would I see the turmeric coloured
Champa bud
Or the pieces of diamonds
With these confusion embedding me
You left with your pitcher
Full of water
Leaving me in a trance
For ever, for ever.