The skies are raving mad,
Splitting their hair ends.
Forming calamitous cloudbursts.
For me, Spring is here!

 

The moon stands wizened,
The sun is blindly swallowed
By thunderous sounds desecrating my world.
For me, Spring is here!

 

The eventful episodes of my life
Are down in the dumps,
Dispiriting my search to pursue my goals.
For me, Spring is still here!

 

The inner eye of my mind
Is a reviewer, a great refinery for me.
Such diversity in patterns!
I must learn lessons from here!

 

For me – Spring is perpetually there.

 

Mumbai
1998

                          

Geeta Chhabra

 

From the book: No Journey Ends by Geeta Chhabra