What does moonlight want?

By- Parthajit Borah

If I would know  what 
moonlight wants.
I may swing in the cosy womb of Phalguna.
Every careful sights often trouble 
To find me at a long distance.

If I would know what the spring 
says on my ears.
I may sleep at the new leaves 
To  whisper the lost song of my blue tongue.

If I would know what Nymph 
smells at my salty bosom. 
May be the insipid juice of late winter.
Echoes of grief nest a black cabin
To sing the song of late night ethos.