O Dear, My Dear Poem by Prafulla Kumar Panda

O dear! arise and awake,
come to the window and see how the night rubs her hazy eyes
and scolds the day for his early rise
when the cock crows louder to her surprise

O! arise and awake,
the storm that, yester night roared outside
has tucked its tail and now not in sight
soon after our lust's commotion did subside

O dear! arise and awake, and don't fear
at the night's long, melancholy and echoing moan
like an apparition has it far off flown
with the arrival of the enchanter sun

the earth's all smiles and has a usual run
when the sun has strewn his rays crimson
upon the dewy canvas of Autumn morn
where Kash steps round and round like a drunken man

the mynas 've reached and they hop at our door
and twitter while preening their unkempt feather
to eat the bits of your affection
to get rid of their belly-screech somehow rather

in this docile morn
like a child afresh with a handsome mien,
bougainvillea and hibiscus are freshly born
and spread their petals like a nubile's wavy mane

and the dandy butterfly proudly flaps
while dipping herself in the sun's crimson rays
to arouse the hornets from their nightly chains
to sip nectar together like yester days

O dear, my dear!
carry no more weariness to this new morn
like the darling Earth, oblivious of the bygone storm,
rises afresh to embrace all lowly and great
so, my sweet lady- arise and all happiness churn

delay not, but dilate your hazel eyes
and wear a smile on your pulpy sight
on this fine day, gently ignite my dormant soul
with a spark of your sweet, catchy love
let's live; and let me too some potions dole.

©Prafulla Kr. Panda, India.
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