Spring Moods
A Poem by Ranjit K. Sahu, with his art
Spring shall come and sprinkle fragrances.
Eroticism evoked all around the green
And bereft of your touches
Those are as good as not seen.
The tulips shall mock at me and wave
The cherries falling away in despair;
I shall cuddle the memories
Of your drenched body
As I throw my hands in the air.
Shall there be anyone alive
Who lives every day with your thought?
Is there on earth a single soul
Who has one of your smallest dreams bought?