Love's Satiated Power Poem by Prafulla Kumar Panda

Even after many days since we met
at the coppice gate
your voice so sweet and fresh lilts forth
into my ears like the falling water of a rivulet;
and like bubbles bubble forth
your beads of interjections at the sight of excitement
when the black clouds sat on the top of Nilgiri mountain
sinking the sun into an infinite bottom
and exciting the peacocks
to shake their hued buttocks all of a sudden-
and on the glade to cast a rainbow clone
that you mistook as if the one in the ether shone

on the lone path when we walked
no fear stalked- of antics of men or of the night's talon
to de-embrace us or foil our banters then
on thy queries I often lisped to appropriate
like some audience on a good joke
you laughed at my mistake
and your unconscious hands some hyacinths tore off
since the river of love was in spate
and us it'd victims make- both blind, passionate, and unconscious
we loved to swim across
- amidst turns, twists, and kisses strong
up to cover an infinite path
between passion and throb of heart
and carrying the satchel of love on our tangled back
into that sprawling path we then departed

here, you oft in the arena of my imagination walk
and the temper of thy torrid breath I also mark
so also smell the smell of thy musky self
very often that tumults my lustreless self
and the present pants on the chest of the past often
on each passing day or at a season's turn
like the day, now I do shiver
when Sister Rain visits her younger Winter
how long will you stay out dear
will not he reach out to you there?
before he spreads his tentacles further
to catch our verdant youth to trample us under
let's unite to beat him with another hug
under my furry cover
and cook our veg-love
and let its steam billow higher and higher
in and out of this chamber
to de-intensify his cold blows and his hail shower
and to show him the love's satiated power.

©Prafulla Kr. Panda, India.
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