OUT BY FOOTPRINTS OF OTHER WAYFARERS
Stem standing on a single root
Rest has been cut, wounded...
Trembling unhaired foot,
And deflowered, defoliated...
Skin is bare to be toasted hot
Chlorophyll vanishes off...
Languor flows from a sand-pot
Up through the phloem to the top...
The Sun chuckles, the deserted Earth
Crawls in with open mouth,
Under a curse of somber bower's birth,
Engulfs and run forth...
Thirsty towel soaks too last sap,
Fleshless, peeled-off-body sighs!
Death hisses into it with an alarming clap,
It toes out by footprints of other wayfarers nigh...
A MAIDEN MARRYING NATURE
A maiden sat underneath the shadow
Of a banyan skirt,
Beside a transparent milky rivulet:
It nourished her forlorn eyes
Interpreting her as a glamorous bride
By the grace of
The moving mirror's pride!
Her skin was freshened by the perspiration
Of the fluttering velvet green napkins-
They don't soak, they emit
Gratitude and benevolence
And then especially a squeezed juice
Of love for her
In a vaporized attribution.
Tendril slithered across her neck,
And kissed the petaline locket
Hanging in the basin between the breasts;
Earth's green hair touched her palm
As per the debonair rituals.
The sun chuckled at the jovial discourse
Of the mysterious breeze
With the wanderer's feet,
Nature whispered a strain of flute
Every note was tendering a pledge,
And a poet synthesized a poetic lantern
Lounging on an easy chair
In a carrel:
'A Maiden Marrying Nature'