Paradise

Come my forlorn denizen

the  breakfast is ready

rain water for juice

pearly dew baked in sunlight

garnished with my breath-

served on lotus petal

come, end my wait of centuries,

come dearest let not things get cold.

Lunch on the edge of shore

of  magic sand,puffy clouds,

saline spray as starter,

rhythm of bangles and anklets

as main course at sun’s winking delight

come love enjoy my fare.

Supper in the Island of flowers ,

warmth of  arms as soup, 

embrace as chief course

dessert a long kiss

to make  you forget the agony

and take you to the stars for good.

Come dear Paradise is here again...

Sabita Sahu