Walk With Moon Poem by Saroj Padhi

As I walk with the Moon
Late or soon

songs of new love in my heart do croon
wind tingles her anklets inside bushes
lilies sway like hoods of pink desires,
stars pop up to feast on lovers in blushes;

Nature's breath pauses before she resumes
her million mudras of dance on heath and hill
images of union on water smile ere they swirl
clouds kiss ridges, birds sing from hedges to fill;

When I walk with the Moon, night stops to look
at sudden turns in cosmic world in wonder,
flowers bite their tongues as they gaze on
at moments of bliss afloat on air, wind and water.