The Dash of Spring is here.
Every bird is a songster.
The bloom, the white waves
Flapping against black rocks,
Are rocking my cradle
Of dreams with laughter.

The breeze is also
Humming a tune,
Perching off and on
The portulaca’s arches.
My world is a great domain
From out and within.

Doing the juba, the jig,
And other dances....
Doing the juba, the jig,
And other dances!
The Dash of Spring is here.
Every bird is a songster.

Alibaug
1998

Geeta Chhabra