Youth's Hunger Poem by Saroj Padhi

As the moon of sweet fire trails her veil
of glowing desire
along the heart of an ever hungering sky
before temporarily sinking into horizons of night,
I long for those languorous, idle hours
on lap of lilies floating to the tune of a soft murmur
that rose from core of a honey hive in your chest;
I want the bruised roses of my heart
to be caressed by the healing breeze of your breath
under the bower of the old gulmohar trees;
to watch the baffled butterflies of beauty brooding
on the blossoms of your mehendi-colored palms;
to float in the clouds of dreams
in the panoramic shades of dancing eye-lashes;
to fly into bouts of imagination
at the gait of your astral body on an illumined earth;
to consecrate this mind at the altar of ageless youth
enshrined in every aspect of Nature
that harbors sweet-sad memories of love's glorious birth.