Wings!

 

Seek out the portals of quietness.
Remain subtle by your sound
Tread lightly, step softly
On tip-toes.
Flow subtly.
Hush! Quietly glide by a vision,
O! Giddy, carefree Spring.

 

The Keepers of my Faith
Are in a sweet slumberous mood,
Resting to wake up fresh!
To grow sylphlike wings
On my delicate, lithesome dreams.
In the near distance,
I can see surging light.

 

Wings! In shades of flaxen gold,
Silver, deep purple, more radiant,
Even with more reason than you,
O! Spring!
In shapes of stars, fairy wands,
Moon’s crescent chin, toadstools
Standing in forest greens.

 

Wings! Waiting to sprout,
Burst open; alike, fairytales in praise
Of happy beginnings and endings.
Mirth-scattered, humming spirits,
Carrying parcels of choicest blessings...
To make all my dreams come true.
O! Spring!

 

 

Mumbai
2001

                          


Geeta Chhabra

 

From the book: No Journey Ends by Geeta Chhabra

 


 
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