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