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....

 

Alibaug
1998

Geeta Chhabra

 

 

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