Its A Monochrome Day And I Have Found Poem by Mandira Mitra

Happiness is not reason bound.
Gusts of wind that wax and wane
With a semblance of mourning on my window pane,
Growing pains of my neighbour's palm
Surrenders to a shower's balm,
Swells to a crescendo and grows calm.
Sodden city wakes
To pools turned into lakes.
Everyday needs thrive
Urban noises arrive.
Caught in the mad vortex of suffering
I sense a rebel in my heart sing-
Of the year's illegitimate offspring
Tra la la...its insane, I know, but I'm a waiting
For a late Spring in August
Or an early August in Spring.