Pour In Poem by Saroj Padhi

Pour in a drop of vintage wine
into the arid throat of this August
that burns and bursts
with time's fury, fire and disgust;

pour in me a few drops
of divine dew quenching the night
dies pining for a little love and trust,
hold me in arms bent, broken and trite;

fetch me a bowl of agony
from poor bellies of fields out of sight,
douse my hunger with lonesome tears
trickling from soul of this mid-night.