IMAGE
Strange are the things that contrive your image
in the corridors of time past and time present-
dew-drenched champaks and night jasmines bespeak
your subtle presence around, in moist air opulent;
burning gulmohars of the day invite fire-red glow
of your cheeks with fluorescent light of love radiant;
the gushing dark clouds over the chest of the Sky
summon your saree over my face with memory luxuriant;
waves in ocean dance with throb of thoughts of longing
for you in a mind entranced by the Moon of your smile,
chitter of song birds in the forest recreate your voice
at twilights of trysts with past, during self-imposed exile;
images dance like leaves in dark whispering to the wind
about each aspect of your presence latent in this mind!
COPY RIGHT: @ SAROJ K. PADHI / 20.04.18
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