Brief Poem by Saroj Padhi

Winter was there for a brief spell here
setting fire to the dry twigs of my desire
that lay in the arena of your wet longings,
wilted leaves straightened as they burned
twigs twittered about the warmth of your hold
sparks from flames spilled out as fumes of gold
rainbows danced under kisses from a morning sun
as it drank nectar of fog from lips of a green earth
and like rain, it was a season of many a joyous birth;
caterpillars took to wings after sojourn in damp cells
and birds of colorful plumes danced in our dry vales,

cocoons burst open to vindicate flight of colors in air
yes, we had our share of winter when it was there;
the slow sample Spring blowing now with a mix of chill
reminds us of Winter and its fiery, frolicsome thrill.