Disturbed Spring Poem by Saroj Padhi

This morning
as I was trying to smell Spring
in a remote corner of my garden
away from swarms of dry, dead leaves,
dying herbs, yellow grass and brown sheaves,
trecherous Summer swept in
like an unwanted guest
dismantling the scheme of things;

in warm gusts, breaking in,
drying up throats of flowers
despite dew drops
dripping from leaf-tops,
disgruntled, into heaving breasts
of dahliahs I peeped in
in hope of honey to have seeped in
but to be pulled up by
a flush of hot sun beam;

days before Spring has breathed in
beauty of life into our soul,
ironies have set in
in garb of million woes of climate change:
of quakes killing thousands,
angry seas swallowing islands,
poor pachyderms
bellowing in forests of dead wood.

kicked by the wind,
I stopped to wonder over many a thing:
as sands beneath my legs sank in
into a muddy stream;
tides of swelling waves
into a dark heart of a sea pulling in.