When she comes to me


She comes as a gentle current

Turns into a wild torrent

And sweeps me away


She wafts in as a puff of air

Becomes a fierce twister

Sucks me into its byway


She descends a meek shower

Turns to a heavy downpour

Drenches me all the way


She floats in like a butterfly

Soars with me into the sky

And keeps the clouds at bay


She is a pretty little flower

Holds me tight as I go to her

By her petals into a hideaway


She is placid like the earth,

With me she quakes in mirth

My world goes all astray



Abhay B. Joshi