Monsoon Memories-Ii Poem by Saroj Padhi

The vines over arching college gate that chanced
to touch your inflamed skin with a few drops shed
from greedy lips of curly leaves, as we talked on,
have grown luxuriant and wilder over grieving years
but to droop unsatiated over bars and singe in sun;
strands of their tresses plaited with scented flowers
ooze aroma of rain that seeped to the deepest roots
as like cool cormorants we lay in puddles of waters
when the earth was burning with fire from gun shots
of fiery fanatics who shed blood over a blind religion
and repressed, sex showed many faces of perversion
in acts, art, artifices, thoughts and a corrupt pattern;

you lie over my mind like the morning mist over jungle
as my soul flashes like pole star so fondly you dabble.