Happiness
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 stout 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....
Alibaugh
1999
Geeta Chhabra