I hear your presence in the frenzied spring
that in the shinning sun frenziedly sings while weaving the glittering diamonds into a string
i feel your presence in the smile of the innocent child when he smiles at the flying birds and the butterflies
and steps after them with his steps a little mild
i smell your presence in the vernal breeze that lulls the henna and champak into sleep
and in dream when they their pleasant musk release
i taste your presence
in the ripe bananas and in sweet honey that the nature has stored for me in every season be it rainy, wintry, vernal or sunny
here, I see your presence in this poem and between these words although, from me, you cleverly hide your visage like oxygen in the air or ghee in the curd.
©Prafulla Kr. Panda, India.
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