Chariot Fest Poem by Saroj Padhi

As the morning Sun kisses the thatch eaves
of my lone cottage on the vulnerable shore
and the crow on the rain-drenched casuarina
asks me to open the long shut damp wooden door,
I draw the chariot of this body with my Lord
in the sanctorum, along sprawling sands of time
across million shells, with crabs sinking into slime
and a breeze smacking of hapless creatures marine,
the waves turn still harsher with louder throws
of their painfully true voice from depths of eternity
about phases of undesired pauses and uncertainty-
in the journey we have to make across time
with our love of flora and fauna changing shades
in tune with clouds changing rhythm and rhyme
till we reach the door of the sanctum that leads
to a redeeming silence at the end of life sublime!