South-Bound

Mischievous waves of the perennial spring,
‘Tween thy currents am I dispos’d to dream
Of deeps as Marianna Trench may seem,
The heady scents their musky innards bring;
Blown South-bound ‘gainst the steadfast Sirocco
‘Low the mountains, will I trudge fertile plains,
Then forage the fabled thick-shrubb’d terrains
Nestling the marshy gorge of Morocco…
The forbearance of my eager members
Is match’d only by the thirst in my throat,
Which in mixing of downpours and embers,
Sizzles and soars right ‘tween toe and finger-
When o’er conquest of the South I will gloat
The joys of my travails shall still linger.

©Asiman Panda 2010