ANIL KUMAR PANDA

 

 

A Summer Afternoon

 

In the dry afternoon of summer

I watch the trees stand silently

In the yard

The branches cling to each other

Whispering only occasionally;

 

The leaves are but ears

Listen to the call of cuckoos

And tease their neighbours, pricking

 

Sometimes I wonder

If the trees need shade too

To escape the sun that goes deep

Into the pores of my skin

And let me sweat profusely

 

Touch Of You

 

Touch of you

Gives me the feeling of divine

I fall silent and pray

For the wind to blow

Soft through your hair

And touch my soul

I like to live

With the fragrance

Of your body forever

 

ANIL KUMAR PANDA