Is This the Last Day of Autumn in Dhenkanal?
by Bibhu Padhi (March 2014)
Someone whispers, winter
is already here.
From the south-facing hills,
a thin sheet of chill is stealing in
through the ill-fitting doors, but
it is really ending-autumn
and kisses float in the air,
like free pollens.
Lips of anthers open out of
vast fields of golden mustard--
sparkles of pure magic.
There is only a lone pair of
brown lips I know that sticks to me.
The lips wait for what they
so desperately need,
turn into gold,
while others move away
towards blank, senseless spaces
where nothing can grow except
tiger grass and weeds.
I’m sure, somewhere, someone
in spotless, shining gold
waits for these brown autumn lips
as kisses do in the open air
for their deep, growing needs.
Bibhu Padhi's seventh book of poetry, MIGRATORY DAYS A TRAVEL DIARY IN VERSE, was published in 2011. His work has appeared in numerous magazines and anthologies, the most recent being THE HARPERCOLLINS BOOK OF ENGLISH POETRY (2012). He lives in Bhubaneswar, India.
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