A Thorny Bush In The Ravine Poem by Saroj Padhi

A thorny bush in the sparsely green ravine
as I breathe ecstasy of wind riverine,
this winter morning wakes me up from nightmare
to symphony of birds that coolly settles into spine;
the hushed, mottled pink flowers in my body
wink at a mild, yawning Sun
like women at dawn, reaping and stacking paddy;
leaves tremble under the dew-soaked blanket of mist
as the rosy hues of sky, to the tale of night
give a pleasant twist;
my neurotic mind is yet to revive from trauma
of terrible shocks and clots of grief
as I shivered in fright
from a molested dusk till the end of a raped night
when thunderous vehicles tore open my guts with shrieks
and a sweet moon was ravished near me by the freaks
the hungry jackals yelled and dogs howled
rodents gnawed red bones of the uncanny truth
liquor bottles broke head in the hands of the uncouth,
the place got littered with plastics and burning cigar stubs
and my heart lost the regular throbs;
the entire night an owl came to solace me with its hoot,
I'm yet to get over night's smokes, burns and dark soot!