[A Poem by Bhaskar Bhattacharya.. translated in my tune .. Amal Krishna Bain]
On Distancing ….

YOUR LIPS ONLY – TOUGHT

Now ‘fear reigns’ ..you hesitate
—keep away from my touch..
flaccid hand roves all corners;
In vain ; yet in constant search.

-Lessens far-ness of universe
Oh! ‘Salty taste ‘ -of your lips…
Invites ‘unison’-with my being
-filled with deepest beliefs’…..

-In desolate’ shadow of trees
of Jackfruit; -a bird in her nest;
-Filled with ‘motherly love’
-feeds her ‘ones’ all pests.

Your succulent lips taught me -‘Nayagra’s love’ ; off on..
-blue bird flyes through Vein
begets ‘Quadris of lebanon’

Under the rainbow-wings of
Butterfly ‘ -in the tender sun….
-Honey bees nectarine ‘mozart’
Life’s compact cozy and fun.

In a sea-sore a ‘wave splash’
‘tight-embrace’-could not dent..
-From our ‘bio-age’ we are ‘one’
-How this ‘COVID’ advents ..??