Myth And Woman Poem by Saroj Padhi

Tall trees whisper the secret syllables
of your enchanting name
in the archives of collective memory
in caves of words echoing love and fury
bound to a flexible frame of time;
as the wind swims across
changing the contours of your face
across history, the rules of our relation
and the laws about love's game change
with lines about victory or defeat
turning hazy in the sands of clime;
and myriad butterflies flit across
on their usual hurry and rush
to chats with bees and trysts with trees
daily changing the rules of the ploy
with women tough or girls all coy
while sucking honey
from the brimming youth
in their burning prime;
And startled at the haste
with which myths turn and twist their heads
I shrink back to my impotent silence
to be lulled back to my fragile self
on the shifting sands of time.