Spring Indeed...

When the green mantle covers

our earthy brown, the drowsy daisy

awakens to the honey touch of dew

when swallows fly away homeward

kites flaunder in nomadic flights,

wild honey bees hum of youth

nature’s budoir turns fragrant

spring arrives like a comely bride

poets go ga ga over love songs.

Where is that spring , on Siachin heights

in the wailing widow's lonesome cries

in the Kashmir valley we call paradise?

Red light districts of Mumbai shores

never change their  bargaining chores

the poor and hungry eat winter pies

morning haze cancels trains

interview hopes go in flames.

I see no spring in my child’s eyes
my cows don’t chew the cud in peace

no flowers I see in towered lanes

no garlands hang from window panes.

Sprint back spring this misty morn

play with  kids who move forlorn

leave us to our shabby fate

let's cook poetry for our plate.

Sabita Sahu