Reminiscing A Silent Spring Night Poem by Upendra Majhi

when it is spring, and it is night
it is silent late night,
mind goes rebellious,
gravitates towards the girl in the village
and thoughts ooz to the open meadow,
that she is also awake,
no remembrance of those moments,
I have missed memory of the golden
run of the mind,
the loving grip of the love,
the immature feedback of senses,
yet the valuable growing up,
love is like the fountain water,
rises it surely, but than fall and falter,
silent silent spring night,
cool, silent fragrant night,
dreams precipitate in twilight,
how to go left or right.