The Spring On The Earth Poem by Subhas Chandra Chakra

(1)
Someone must be there.
I hear a knock
soft, yet prevailing
a little away,
at this hour of the dawn
when the Sun
is yet to rise
and greet the world
in and around
with its radiant orange
shine with a smile,
and inspiring the traveler
like me
to walk an extra mile.
I hear from
a not so far distance
someone whispers
so erotic in
the ears of the buds
to open their eyes
with a smile
towards all around-
perhaps the chirps,
the sweet notes
of birds in the groves,
the colour on the
cheek of clouds
flying west-
are all, that makes
it all, so obvious
that the moment-
the moment of
first date
between the Earth
and the spring
has just arrived.
And perhaps
spring is going to plant
his first kiss
on her petal cheeks.

(2)

Early in the morning
She was awake
the chirping birds
from the far away forest,
opposite to
the river bank alarmed her-
She was getting late.

Instantly she rose
and then took
a morning bath
in the dews of
the last night.
It made her feel
fresh and fine.,
from the core
of her heart deep petals
she sprayed on her
a mild and exotic aroma
that had started
emanating since
a few days ago-
as his thoughts had
started to thrill her


She was now aware
that He is arriving
this morning.
It was her
first date with Him.

She had to
take care, that
She was at
the zenith of her beauty,
She had her
most beautiful robes on,
she checked
every bud,
every leaf,
every twig
in and around-
lest a yellow leaf,
or a worn petal
should spoil
the whole preparation
that moment.

(3)

There were only
a few minutes left
before she would be
there at the table
of her dream
fostered so long.
She had
no moment to stare,
She had
no moment to spare,
but only to care
her looks,
her exotic looks
as she meets her Lover.

She felt so nervous
as the orange
in the Eastern sky
showed her shy face.

She chose between
the many-hued sticks
and checked her lips
on the mirror
of the morning sky.

With a colour from
the rainbow
she brushed
her petal lips.

(4)

The footsteps heard
this time, may be,
were those of her
much awaited lover
the king of Seasons,
her Spring.
The air around
so full of hue and cry
Moments ago,
Became wet
with a calm silence,
and was filled
with a sweet fragrance.


(5)

He entered
her hall of heart
with a radiant
orange robe,
royal and brilliant
in colour, and lustre.


A mild and cool breeze
started to blow
from the South,
as if to thrill her
with the exotic aroma
of love that emanated
from his deep, loving heart.
She failed
to distinguish between
those fragrances-
which one was
from her, and
which one was
from Him.

But they kept on
intoxicating her
desire of the soul
to hug him with lust,
to kiss him with passion,
to hold him with desire,
to have Him with love-
for the remaining days
of her seasoned life.

(6)

At last the moment
the most exotic moment
of her life came.
He entered
with a gush of
mild morning breeze.
He made her robes fly
and the skin underneath
shiver with a wave
shiver with a pleasure
in the sweet dream of
sharing that moment,
the moment of ecstasy
with her lover
then and there-
on the same road
hand in hand,
shoulder by shoulder,
on the same bed-
arm in arm,
palm in palm,
lips on lips,
and heart beats
resonating to
the song of eternal
love and bliss.

(7)

It was
the day of conjugation
between the Earth
and her lover
the king of the seasons-
Spring, adorn with
a marigold smile
on his lips and
an orange lust
in the eyes.


The Earth has her
robes of roses
embroidered with
sweet fragrances,
her bed laden
with bunches of
many-hued flowers
that reflect her
deep love for Him.
Her petal eyes
dazzled with
lusty looks
that gazed
far at the end
of her horizon
of endless quest
for her lover's
shadows on her
bed of dreams
long since
the days of
the cold winter.


(8)

That moment
began
with a rush of
urges in the veins,
waves of
recurring desire
surged again and again.


She was in his arms
warm with passion
there were imprints
all the way, of kisses
on her petal cheeks
lip-locked with His
And she loved
to forget her,
her own existence.