Balcony Poem by Saroj Padhi

Mists of sorrow on the face of Spring morning
are wiped by eager hands of a sentient Sun
as a new wind of gentle love keeps softly blowing,
when dawn is intent on healing all ancient wounds
in body of trees, under bower of heaven glowing;
old shades of misunderstandings among neighbors
vanish in quick succession, under the touch of light
as dark of Winter recedes from the corner of mind
with honey bees' buzz of new song away from sight;
there the birds of love sing in the garden croft
with an intense aroma from mango buds set afloat
and from my balcony I watch bulls grazing the tuft
when butterflies' wings with new dreams are aloft.