Picnic At Chandrabhaga Poem by Saroj Padhi

Mild was the sea wind
and wild the sands beneath excited feet
eager to traverse miles in soft Sun
and set the locale on fire
with music, dance and cheer;

Sands were eager to write stories
of various strands
woven by each foot that walked on
to meet the waters on shore,
but steps of new picnickers
soon those tales did tear;

there in the shade of the Casuarina
you held my hand for a dance
like the butterfly, with soft wind
in a mood of romance;

wild grew the music,
and hot our dance,
the Sun kept peeping in
to steal a few furtive glance
in the jungle of our picnic
even sand and firewood
were in a state of trance!