Khandadhar Falls Poem by Saroj Padhi

My Love takes a shower under a thin spray from the colossal fall
when rainbow bends to kiss her tender feet
poised on rocks of a mountain that enjoys whispers of clouds
with whom it has its round the year tryst;

dusts of water flung from lofty heights
are wreathed by morning shines in their celestial fun
in forming a spectrum of wild, interesting hues
in the soul of enchanting water that loves endless run;

look how she plucks a handful of hues from the beams
as she rides the bow in her desire to scale greater heights,
when the dusts have drenched her to the rims
wetting her nymph-like plumes on way of habitual flights;

love is awed by wondrous harmony of heights of mounting rocks
in eternal oozes of life in vast spectra from caves of secret blocks!