Epiphany Poem by Saroj Padhi

Shadows of humans move past me whose steps I sense
as I stand here in a sort of trance near the Pipal tree;
my eyes caught witnessing the dance of praying leaves,
clouds above forming into images of my God in breeze
as if a strange hallucination doth my mind strongly seize
or is it my destination here, where I for so long do freeze!
With the smell of unripe magic mangoes wafted in the air
and the conch blowing from deep inside my soul in fire.
Krishna astride in the chariot with Radha beside him, smiles
with colours new floating in to drape them from long miles;
painting all those dwelling in the temple of their one soul
in hues that flow from awareness of life's one possible goal.
What makes me stand here like a jilted foolish boy?
Am I waiting for the final call from His bamboo toy?