Unreachable Poem by Saroj Padhi

Is there anyone who can take me
away from the trap of garish fruits
to the balmy shade of those deep lying roots
where aroma emanates from tryst with earth,
as saplings shiver this cold December morning
soon after their nascent, joyful birth,
and seeds burst with joy of germinating
like birds about a secret Spring squawking-
in such delight that lifts million spirits
making the thorny grove a paradise
wherefrom He enchants us with magic of a flute
that drips like honeyed dew from lips of blossoms
in love with dream of a life after death, so absolute!