Rajendra Khanal Kshitiz
The cool morning prods its way
As the breeze fans the naked body
The arms, suddenly pine for a thing
And notice heartbeat inside cheeks.
At every single wink of the brows
Coyness covers every inch
Raising the head that drooped before
Rains of kisses get underway.
In tresses as thick as clouds
Busy are the caressing fingers
On breasts, puffed like hills
A flake of snow has just gathered.
The body is somewhere tickled
As passion mounts every nerve
On the vast meadows nature made
On a narrow junction of vigour and conscience
Busy goes the barb of sex
For betting kids; for propagating life.
[Kshiriz is a poet and song-writer based in Kathmandu.]