A Bunch Of Words Poem by Saroj Padhi

A bunch of words beneath the dust of indifferent time,
occasionally wiped by hands of curious souls off-stream,
I'll come out of the engraving silence of a few books' pages
to hug the live burns in your chest and douse your scream-
in icy embrace ofmy arms with flickers of sweet fire within
when you might be faced with the enigma of an existence
without the essence of real love in your life to find therein,
as mango buds will burst from the pages with such fragrance

that will carry us into the corridors of heaven's rainbow floor
where koels sing undisturbed by sounds of shutting any door
where grass leaves sing of gentle swaying of an eternal Spring
when in the bosom of the earth the sweetest songs would ring
to describe the beauty of life after death, without Time's sting
and when Nature in richest treasure would unfold her blessing!