LIGHTNING
While treading sandy, soft, rain-soaked ground
and glimpsing the Sky behind the beechen green
as sparks of lightning pierce the anguished chest
of the lovelorn Sky wailing behind clouds, unseen,
shocked I'm to see flashes of your benign smile
in each streak that set this heart on a sweet fire
when to witness a slice, didn't mind running a mile
with this heart smouldering but refuging to retire;
each time the lightning that burns some poor lives
churns my dark, dense mind with a cool, secret fire
also leads to a discovery of Nature with new vibes
and to reading in new light the nature of my desire;
like a nonchalant bull, I wander in thunder and rain,
love to burn with flashes of such fire and secret pain.
COPY RIGHT: @ SAROJ K. PADHI / 07.04.18
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