You, Me And The Bare Tree Poem by Saroj Padhi

I know you are there
alone smiling to self
as I write here
about the birds
that come to sit
on that bare tree
of our afternoon love
to invite new leaves to it
and unleash your spirit
from the hurts
of direct sun and shower
and bloom for you anew
millions of songs and flower
and as I gaze in amazement
at the tree and you from here
your silence kills me
with my growing hunger
to be the leaf of your desire
and soak enough rain
forming a sweet bower
for the birds to sit with you
and smell the flower of our love
in full bloom inside hearts
under heaven's perfumed shower! ! !