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