Dreaming Palash Poem by Saroj Padhi

Ripples in the river freak out in wind multiplying,
Filling in the blues in my mind with beauty of waters
Rare like blue moon in a placid March morning,
Lost into her joys of giving the peace that she offers;
As I sit waiting for you in the labyrinths of my desire
Hangovers of dilemmas familiar still haunt faintly,
When squirrels rush out of tree tops with tails flicking,
Their excited chittering merging into waves so lovely;
White butterflies flit across carrying the glory of a Sun
With loads of grains of dreams on their wings shining
Like the lost stars that were so bewitching but are gone,
And the luscious young mangoes in love cutely smiling;
Don't touch me for I'm now a red Palash in bloom
Waiting for beaks of Spring for an end to my gloom.