SPRING

This evening i opened all the doors n windows
for the SPRING to sneak in awhile-
the gentle breeze blowing across
the lanes,bylanes of the city
ravaged by d din of election campaign
by the storm of dust raised by politicians
with their words light as feather
falling to streets ridden with abject poverty
n trampled by stray dogs.

The breeze is too breathless--
in this city of multiple tattered roads n
broken temples,of hunger n filth,
of dangerous mosquitoes n human predators
stalking immature girls--
to pronounce ur sweet name
in the garden of my heart
palpitating with a desire to bloom:
i open all the doors n windows of my winter body
for the SPRING to play on the reeds of my soft heart
to the tune of ur distant Koels
hesitant to come;
please dont mind our mindlessness
about ur secret presence,
we all love u in the warmth of our desire
in the womb of a sweet fire.

Dear SPRING, come closer to my heart
n whisper ur myriad names
in variations of different symphonies
to the ecstasy of my popping soul;
show me all ur colors n dreams
for i wanna sing n dance with u
n sleep with u a long sleep.