Monsoon Poem by Saroj Padhi

Your body smells of scented sea weeds
with a mix of rain-thrashed Keoda flowers on rivers
and soul, of faint petrichor in soft wind,
clouds, your disheveled hair and lightning your looks
thunders, the applause from heaven
and your giggles echo in mountain brooks;
you carry imagination too far
like dreams of early morning birds sailing on wet wings-
in search of rainbow after rain during the day
and glow of the moon shrouded in the night;
you embalm the wounded hearts like a devoted nurse,
excite like an aphrodisiac
and appease like the last peg of wine,
therefore for you we so madly pine;
but at times you get so erratically overemotional
storming us into shocks, stacks of debris and ruin
flooding, burning and killing with a strange madness
turning things grave and grim;
you ecstatic, erotic and femme fatale combine
though at times injurious, you are our love's deep wine.