Memory
The mighty banyan may shake in the misty morn
but for warmth may shy the blooming corn;
and the flocks oft delay their first bite or the chicks shun
to scrape the dry leaves under the droopy sun
but, I am not tired to reminisce the pleasant past
when we sat on the evening sea's sandy mat;
where the tipsy wind stepped in with the whirling vortex
and the vagrant stars eavesdropped our joyous steps
for hours, under cashew leaves we're canopied
unmindful of the gentle eve guiding us into midnight;
our naked breaths guarded off chillness around
as intimately we grew as our vegan love's sweet and sound
when I lie alone, my memory like the monsoon rain,
rains much to deluge my soul as much as it can.
© Prafulla Panda, Odisha, India
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