Rain Release Poem by Saroj Padhi

Standing in rain
sublimates centuries of desires,
nipping volcanoes of anguish
seething long since like smouldering fires,

you may stand as rock or tree, sprig or flower
enjoying the cool fall of ice on burns,
sipping trickles sublime into the oven of head,
and watch how the mood takes turns,

fumes rising from heart fret, fumble
to recoil into a sea of oblivion,
you become a soulful prayer as you're lost
in mists of ecstasy dangling over creation.

Q Saroj K. Padhi