Spring Fever Poem by Saroj Padhi

As a feverish Sun rises to hug a beige sky,
from under thin blankets of amorous clouds,
with a melange of dreams running in his foggy eye
not knowing when in wild revelry
his long arms are flung around tall fruit-laden trees
in whose lush leaves,
there's sensation of a strange joy
as the perverse wind tickles their secret pores at ease
when nectar spills out of the womb of joyous flowers
and hungry bees pecking beaks do tease to fly away;

there honeycombs overflow, songs like streams sweetly flow
chirps resound in the forest and ring, leaves in ecstasy do swing
fever is slowly subsumed under warmth of love in every act
and the Sun comes round the petty illness, a new day to start.