The Hunted Spring

Dr.Sudhansu Dash

Waking the green pages in the hollow tree

You come silently in the drowsy cuckoo, and the humble-bee.

Now all things smile

 To melt that marble ice of pity cold

The hearts congeal to lie secure

In open fields

 Love no more is made by the fireside

Your beauty is enough to quieten the empty cup

The smell of the earth

The flames of the shadows

That’s gone astray and lost.

The flying traces of unmatched breath

Adds new flames to the fire

To won the desperate game of a life

With the convinced fears of a smile

The measure angles of the blank eyes

Kisses with a whispering sound

Come prepared with ready arms and weapons

Where the hunter hides his ways

That the wanderer’s eye could barely view.

Love spying over a fare breast

With un echoed smiles.