March has come
wid a new, new feel
in d move of leaves
a mad, mad zeal--
d March of a sunny holy
of maddening colors approaching
swts n rest on d cool marble floor;
of my partner`'s birthday celebration;
of exam duties n noon-time fiesta;
of new looks;
of farewells n parties.
March for renewal n happiness
of a dif. kind...
where r u my march-mate
of my clammy mind?

In March i m in search of u--
in d flow of waters
in d flight of dust
in radiation of d sun
in d madness of d moon
in d mirth of d leaves
in d birth of d buds
in ecstasy of sunflowers
n d agony of d wind
u seem to b lost somewhere
in d forest of the night
without an address
or scope for sms...