Non Issues Poem by Saroj Padhi

I have no issues with birds
that didn't pause to say a hi
as they swooped up
a little over my head
like breath of the morning sky;

I have no issues with the Ashoka flowers
that drenched the earth with tears
thro' the night for the vanished stars
when I was dreaming
of those musky hug of theirs;

I have no issues with the moon
that merged into the black waves of your mane
tumbling down to mock the silver beams
cast on the earth, when in love I liked to stay insane;

I have no issues with the Spring
that slips thro' my fingers
to the hot hug of a sun in amorous noon,
to the trap of fraudulent whispers
from a mad wind that's going to die soon.