Like a field of saffron the morning shines.

and everything falls in place when the sun smiles.

Mountains and hills,

rivers, deluge and storms

these are but the dreams seen.

in the nights of uneasy calm.

Something breaks

without a sound

But the heart,

this ever alert,

quick to pick the slightest note

of dissonance in the air,

is quick also to bounce back

when the change occurs.

Seeds and pollens,

saffron fields,

the colours of violet and mauve

swing, sway, and dance in the wind..

Sushama Karnik.

21 Feb.2022