Sunflower To The Sun Poem by CHANDAN DEKA

Thy summer is passing.
The darling honeybee has charged
Womb of mine with pollen.
What do press thou, and shines shy sensuality?
The dark floating pillows of envy, still and all,
Under the spell of silver linings!
Stops gaming hide-and-seek. In lieu,
Swollen thine orange orb up, so to
Split the threadbare jaundiced overcast.
Not thou be a modest wolf! In lieu,
Kisses the bachelor leaf of mine for aye, 'cause
Thy summer is passing, so mine!
Flirts with mine pores, ravishes mine chastity,
Ejaculating thine golden semen,
O obscured illumination, propagates mine art,
And reposes me!