Mad Magnolia Poem by Saroj Padhi

Whenever I see you crossing my street
I go nuts like a freckled, frenzied butterfly
beating wings in the void in white heat
as ripples wild on lips of pink so multiply;

Furlong away, you look like temple in ruins
with yellowing pigeons' endless croons,
as magnolias of youth dry in groins deep
and i feel spasms in my heart in swoons;

But soon musks of Jasmines take over
overlooking woes of flesh, soon to wither
as earthly beauties from their graves stir,
frangipanis pink, on lips of noon so flower