The dash of Spring is here!
Every bird is a songster.
The bloom, the white waves
flapping against black rocks,
are rocking my cradle
of dreams with laughter.

The breeze is also
humming a tune,
perching off and on
the portulaca's arches.
My world is a great domain
from out and within.

Doing the juba, the jig,
and other dances....

Alibaug
1998

Geeta Chhabra

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