Morning Tryst Poem by Saroj Padhi

How lovely is my morning tryst
as I walk with you on the wet grass
of our soft dewy memories
filled with tears of past sadness and present joy
when our breezy feet move lightly as plastic toy
on heads of tiny, smiley flowers —
on a sprawling bed of dapple green
as if containing springs of steel thin —
an enchanting mix of white, pink and purple
that on our way to happiness so proudly dazzle.
Swimming across morning's glorious face
in an ocean of sparkling mages —
of a romancing Sky's new dress
under a pink Sun's balmy grace;
and here we listen to those birds' address
that heal hearts of broken plants
and lovers' pangs easily redress;
in twitters of a true love
Nature's woes they resolve
when we humans reside
under masks of painted hide
before in secret doses of lust
our false love do we confide.
Come out of your skin, Love
kiss the petals of cosmic soul
drink deep in morning dew
before into a drowsiness we roll.