My mind is a sunny meadow
Rolling down the lush green slopes
Thoughts, the first bloom of spring
The freshly melted ice, my emotions
Picking berries from the bushes
Sweet and sour memories,
Popping on my tongue.
Crack! A lightning flash
My tree of hope now burning
Alit by the flames of desire
It rages across the bleak skies
Matching the roar of the thunder
The wind howled, sang me
A lonely lullaby to sleep.
I woke up to December,
A snow storm knocks me down,
Metallic taste in my mouth,
Icy stalagmites poking my back,
Graupel crumbling under my feet,
Frost bitten and crest fallen
I trudge on.
With the crack of dawn
The skies lit up, the bulbuls sang,
I was safe in Mother Nature’s hands,
Rolled down the lush green slopes,
It’s sunny in my mind, once again,
Sweet only tastes sweeter
After the metallic tang.
©️ Darshana Mehta