Winter Returns

A gust of shower On the way to Bhubaneswar In the midst of spring And a window seat After lots of request To witness soothing views Alas! Shockingly a broken window. After rain The shimmering fool moon Like a steady but curious seer Shower blessings on dhak flowers To give them a look brighter and deeper. Shivering were the leaves outside And the lips and body of mine too Amidst wind so chill Blanketing the earth to still Lulled me amidst silent dales and hills Flowers and twigs Rivers and streams, clouds and mist Earth and heaven. The raindrops on leaves To be dew drops pretend Carrying miniature suns in each Steadfast like quiescence sages contemplating Changes many as if they bring The prediction of scorching summer In silent echoes are spreading rumours. To the shock of my matured pretention Language learning kid of mine states in quest ‘The winter returns’.