Like the first born,
then the second
and the third!
Among my very special events...
is to be under the groves,
over the grass,
and to look up...
to count the fruits of our toil!

 

Here!
My heart is a crazy bard -
jumping, hop-skipping,
leaping frog-jumps...
overtaking my thoughts...
under the teak,
over the hedge, then...
Doing the dance of joy!

 

As I negotiate
the curvaceous bumps
along the muddy mounds...!
There are theories
of great surprise.
The seeds I saw sown
are taller than me!
Provoking my heart to rejoice.

 

 

 

Alibaug
1997

Geeta Chhabra