She is all sugar and spice-
flowers and songs-
colors and light-
she is the sun, moon,
all the stars
and queen of your heart;
but you should see her
in one of her Nor’westers* moods-
when her thick droopy hair of fronds
so lush green-
go all erect, upright
at your every cajoling word
to calm her down.
This headstrong lassie
will drown you
in her tears;
in her squally voice:
don’t you dare cast an angry glance
at her kohl smudged cloudy eye;
what does a good mother like you do then?
Let her be.
Let her howl, growl,
gnash white teeth of lightning;
scratch with nails of icy hails
on your window panes.
No panic, no worries
if she tumbles head over heels
throwing root-y foot upwards
while thumping the grassy floor
with twisted leafy arms.
Let an hour go;
she’ll change; as all children do
after a hell of a tantrum.
All her tresses now pulled back
with a milky-way band
your feverish skin
with a sweet cool zephyr
loaded with her patent fragrant touch
and twinkle with a guilty, nightly smile.
Oh bless her, bless her for that
with a word of rhythm and rhyme.
*Nor’westers or the Kalbaishakhi is a local thunderstorm which occurs in India and Bangladesh. Kalbaishakhi occurs, with increasing frequency, from March till monsoon establishes over North-East India in June. Kalbaishakhi is accompanied by strong squalls and sometimes by hail. On extremely rare occasions, tornados may also accompany them too. However, the rainfall in these storms is beneficial for the tea cultivated in Assam and for the jute and rice cultivated in West Bengal: WIKIPEDIA
Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ April @ Poets United