Love Blossoms On Boughs Of Dead Lust Poem by Saroj Padhi

Spring has returned to my tangled, tattered boughs
trapped in the flow of a streaming sun-kissed fog
where tiny ferries of golden rays are in a jolly swing
for birds and bees to float in, for their lovely fling,
after suck of nectar to full, as in wild excitement
they flutter and soulfully sing
and my Lord with his consort seated in flowery Bimans
comes out to celebrate Holi in multiple hues
drenched in aroma of love- mild, musky, intense and deep
when crows on the river side bask after the holy dip
and swans swim into deep waters to heights of joy to leap
koels sit on me to usher in new leaves with their song
till dying lust in me into blossoms of new love has sprung.
O how much for a blissful death I long
to be that blush of Spring
on cheek of eternity to which we actually belong!