Spring — Abnish Singh Chauhan

Spring fills my heart
with hope and joy.

The hope—to fly,
like Garuda1 in the sky.
The joy—to bloom,
like Krishna’s eyes.2

What happened to Spring?
Why does it fold its wings
just after a short flight,
giving space to Autumn?

Flowers, leaves, twigs
and even many plants and trees
shivering and falling
to the ground,
surrendering to that change.

Is this the sport of Time—
the endless play?
Or the rule of Death—
the ceaseless slay?

O my dear Girdhari!3
Kindly tell me
how to see a Spring
that never folds its wings?
And lead me
to explore my inner landscape,
where a lotus always blooms
with all its beauty
and all its charm?

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Footnotes:
1. Garuda: An eagle-like sun bird; the king of birds.
2. Krishna: The eighth avatar of Vishnu, god of love, compassion, and protection.
3. Girdhari: A name of Lord Krishna, meaning ‘one who holds the mountain.’