In Raptures


The wind today,
Is a sheer delight...
Knowing when to be gentle
And when to be wild.
How to be delirious
On the Empyrean Heights.
The wind is in a state of rapture!


It comes and goes,
To and fro.
Caressing the hills,
Sifting through the mist.
Playing hide and seek!
In treetops with falling droplets
Of glassy, velvety, showering rain.


On the spur of the moment –
The impulsive rainbow has shown up!
No fortune compares with this day.
Round me two birds arrive,
As if gesturing me to go indoors.
And I am feeling like the wind in the rain!





Geeta Chhabra


From the book: No Journey Ends by Geeta Chhabra.


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