The wind
the birds at dawn
and the leaves
whisper into my ever waiting ears
your arrival at any time;
overjoyed I wait
and check the humble gift
I have for you.
All that I have
is love
and nothing else.
With unlimited joy
and infinite hope
I remould my love
into flowers in spring,
the shade of creepers in summer,
threads of drizzles in monsoon,
golden morning dew in autumn
and dreams of snowflakes in winter...
The wind blows
the birds chirp
and new leaves open;
the cycle goes on
and my eager waiting does not cease.
My love takes new
and newer shapes
season after season.
