Secret Story Poem by Saroj Padhi

Something about us tells
the secret story of love hid in heart
like a skink under foliage
in deep camouflage
doing rounds on barks,
inside cracks of trees
hanging out on the ground
for a whizz
looking up to listen to the bush
bustling with a stuttering breeze
sniffing the soft aroma from the oleanders
hanging in the backyard of lust
that enchants you away to dreams
in lonely hours away from chores
when thoughts tide on passion's shores;

here also on the other side
as I sit on the bank, the river overflows
with muddy waters, threatening in looks
hissing past like an angry snake
burying the soft warbles of romantic past
telling a different story
of the inside unrest and fury;

something about us tells
a different story of love not lost
in spite of time's fury
bedazzling minds at a ripe age
mapping an unwritten history.