Seasons Poem by Kalpna SinghChitnis

What does a season really mean?

Changing of a summer into a winter
or a winter into a spring?

Or when the hot wind blows
into our torrid veins,

and those empty rooms
with large windows
whisper into the ears
of our solitude,

a season changes then?

Or one evening,
when the sky becomes paralyzed,
all of a sudden,

and the storms occur
one after another,
some where deep into our hearts,
a season changes then?

Or when the moonlight frosts
on our silent lips,
on a cold winter night,

and our heart sinks
as the morning star sinks on the horizon,

a season changes then?

Every time when a season changes,

I look for a rainbow on a cloudy day,
and a shade, in the arms of

the blazing Sun.


~Kalpna Singh-Chitnis, Copyright © 2009 – All rights reserved.