Her Unlimited Move. Poem by Radhamani Sarma

She bounteously blows
on the transcient, uncared for,
Slender bunch Of
Grass and steep;
Touches the quay
In a gentler mood,
dives beneath a stone,
attempts a nobler
whiff of violet flower,
my car stops, cannot
steer for the windscreen
blurred and besmeared,
for it is a massive toll.
Beneath the vast umbrella,
She comes and goes,
Sweeps and recedes,
Whoever can check her?
We all can only bear her.