Awake Thus Poem by Saroj Padhi

Why am I awake thus, this morning?
To shafts of sunlight sucking from lips
of a grief-stricken river in furrows
of her endless quivers after night's burning fever?
To the merger of wounds of ancient love, of crumpled
petals in soul's pockets, into the scintillating beams
of a morning caught in Sun's sweet, new shiver?
To smokes of clouds writing your name
again and again on the changing screen of the sky
with many ‘whys' in my chest's silent shiver?
To the bloom of roses in Spring's white navel
that overshadow wistful beams of million moons
inside the heart of a ruefully murmuring river?
To mild blushes on my own cheeks
as Spring comes with jasmines in hand asking for
the secret unpublished poem of my new love affair?