Traces Of Rain Poem by Saroj Padhi

For an hour or so rain scribbled a few naughty lines

on my damp skin, with the ink of your old emotions

in the pen of your strong mood, draped in clouds of fancy

to scratch tips of ripe pimples of my past longings

and open them up to heavens for cleansing;

drops sit on leaves of my body, on petal of my face

for the sun to kiss the reflection of its own glory on water;



slowly my blood smacks of Summer rivers and brooks,

the taste of sea in my sweat startles the bees,

butterflies of your touch swarm around

with their wet wings

bogged to the earth of my body,

birds that sang from the boughs of our desires

dip their sharp beaks into the sea of happy spirits,

ruffled, ripped, ravished by rain

I bloom into beautiful words for your moody pen!