Leaning Cloud Poem by Saroj Padhi

As softly she leaned to my sapped monsoon mind
like a dusky, wet cloudtoward the mountain crest,
sun rays turned into rainbows in sky's open chest
butterflies stole colors from flowers' surging breast;

jasmines in tresses winked like stars under thin clouds
that lingered listlessly in and out of secret coves of hill,
desire threw nets of kisses at moons beneath the skin
to catch pearls of liquid love in moments of sweet chill;

nights after nights passed idly in her sweet, scented arms
with the breath of pines, sals filling the surrounding air,
as I kept gazing like the bemused mountain of fixed love
when she was the bedecked princess of the night so fair;

every monsoon as clouds are cuddled bymountain
my love as rain, drizzles intolife's drying up fountain.