When she comes to me


She comes over as a gentle current

And then turns into a wild torrent

And sweeps me away


She wafts in as a puff of air

And becomes a fierce twister

Sucks me into its byway


She floats in like a butterfly

Then soars with me into the sky

And keeps the clouds at bay


She comes down as a meek shower

And turns to a heavy downpour

Drenches me all the way


She is a pretty little flower

That holds me tight as I go to her -

With her petals - into a hideaway


She is calm like the earth

But with me she quakes in mirth

Sending my world into disarray



Abhay B. Joshi