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