“Let my love like sunlight surround you
and give you illumined freedom.” ~ Rabindranath Tagore
Sunshine isn’t an easy paramour.
In my hometown,
it spills over in
volcanic excess–
scorching land,
human bodies,
cattle and crops,
even as it gently
rocks the hills
with its undulating dance
on terraced tea gardens.
Yet in this frosty city,
it plays hard to get.
Deaf to pleas,
appearing on whim,
the hometown beau
avenges yesterday’s curses
by spurning today’s
advances.
Sunshine is a tricky lover.
Also see Alien Winter — I
Bhaswati Ghosh 