She Poem by Saroj Padhi

Serene like the look of a Morning Glory
of the dawn newly born,
her beauty breathes peace into the morn,
before for the day's battle
like soldiers we're sworn,
and into the designs of her cobweb love,
like befooled bees we move on;
with each letter on heart's keyboard
craving for the feather-touch of her concern,

but alas see how each drop hid
behind every lid
dries up in throes of shallow expectation!

Yet life without her is a shadow,
love an empty whisper,
dreams hollow
and deeds bereft of imagination!

She is tied up to every breath
whether pleasant or unpleasant
like sunlight to air
in thought, sleep, dream and action!