When I Am Naked Poem by Binayakumar Mohanty

When I am naked
of words and world
of images and metaphors
I feel like
wearing garments and ornaments
divine.

I am stuck to
the strings, all
of the web you spun
you hold me tight
close to your peaks
soft and tender
as if,
feel the warmth
of the private zones
of your soul.

I listen to your
whisper
feel the symphony
of your music.

Let the battle of
hide and seek
not end here.

let it sprinkle life
on to the sprout
shriveled long past
and swirl around
the timber of
life and death
eternal.