Monsoon Memories-Iii Poem by Saroj Padhi

Gliding in, she stood over me like a cloud
heavily hung over a wounded hill's face
filled with deep, dark drops of stresses
as she rained into my mouth and thirsty soul
sating a cool fire in some secret crevices,
till grass under our feet had turned lush green
and petals strewn had been washed all clean
for the Moon on it, to silently walk in
tracing steps on tiny beads of shiny dew
flanked by a bunch of stars of bright hue;

when I saw her lying by my side in a pool
of blood gushing from Time's old wounds,
as petals of innocence lay crushed on all sides
with scars of rape, molestation, brute forces
rain had dried up into clots of blood in crannies
forboding droughts in hearts beyond reaches!