Aroma Of Spring Poem by Saroj Padhi

Fragrance from bodies of buds
In the deep mango grove,
Under a Spring sun's bower,
Thick, Intense, but mischievous,
Overpowers the dangling air,
Muzzling its present desire,
Under weight of an overhanging mist,
To blow away in small wisps of wind
Leaving the garden behind,
To escape from an asphyxia
Caused by mangoes' odorous hysteria.
Petals from flaming Palasa drop off
At sharp pecks from birds in ecstasy,
To reel in the throes of a sweet pain
As they are sucked again and again.
Down they fall onto the heads
Of dithering jasmines
Dazed In their light oozes,
Before they fall to be casually sucked by ants
On a leafy and grassy ground,
With shiny drops of dew around.
Your jasmine soaked body
Has shed petals of night's sensuous dream
Awaking to the wonders of a sensual Spring
Steeped in mischievous aroma
From zillions of mango buds
That scribble endless love lyrics
On barks, petals and leaves.