Turning Inside Out Poem by Rajendra padhi

Turning inside out
She is a secret pond in my heart’s garden
The late spring has endowed lilies
Those bloom under a crescent moon,
The sky’s stars have endowed
The music of silence,
My cold spine reverberates
Till I get crouched by darkness,
The morning sun turns me a bee
Buzzing on her honeyed-lips
I become the mid –day wind
Quivering on her leafy-breast,
I become a bird to run and hop
With long refrains of abounding joys
I know not the immeasurable depth
Leading me to deep
There was a snake
Granting me a silence
Like the shaken lilies of the morn.