Together Sans Togetherness Poem by Saratchandra Sahoo

Huddling up close together
on the dried, dewy bed of leaves
on the mountain slopes,
drinking deep at
the romantic mountain scenery
was food for thought
for our past flown by
in cosy chat,
the present tickling
and the future
beckoning with a wave
for the fusion.

You could very well flash back
to our spent solitude,
with the fleecy clouds
drifting across the heavens overhead,
the whispering of the stream
with the mountain
standing sentinel over it;
the leaves of trees
rustling in ecstasy
at the sight
of our cuddling
and kissing without
even a weep drop of desire
to slip into the quagmire.