On a Cold Night When the Starlight Whispered

On a cold night when the starlight whispered into the ears of the alluring hanging oranges looking for the pulsating pores of purple passion in the light and dark of moonlight In that biting cold all of a sudden the moment you grabbed my flowers An explosion, a saffron explosion took place at the top of the tree busy with the silvery whispers The boats started swaying in lakes In the light and dark of moonlight Sometimes you have to take tea Sometimes you have to offer it My cup tonight is brimming I called you to share a little To float with the blue waves of shared ripened grapes of swollen sorrows and velvet drops of joy, come, the moon will not wait My bare feet in the cold Did look for stockings It came almost on the platter In the forest tent I stretched out my hands Hungry clouds clasped them The heels of the hands on the small Indian drums called tabla The fingers talking with the strokes Flutes in disquiet crescendo Pieces of the midnight into veins The audience comprising stars from the sky and waves from the seas The boats now floated on hills When I woke up in the morning A Babylonian sparrow greeted me, and asked How was your midnight song The flower was still asleep