Sunday Poem By Saroj .K.Padhi


As you pause a little to think over
as to how to manoeuvre an answer
to my desire for a kiss so queer,
words on your lips dry up quickly
like a flower in dull, dreary Summer
before falling into a sudden stupor
when drops of rain moisten them
at the edge, arousing their hunger .

Who cares for words under rain dear
when it’s accompanied by a sweet shower ?
Who cares for the nod from eyes under a cloudy sky
or for an invitation from blushing cheeks
when lightning of love pervades like a fire
to silence thunder of lips under heaven’s bower ?

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