You warm my winter breeze,
that lives on a wind-chime,
with your first sunshine,
permeating through
the coldest of the colds,
the deepest of the deeps,
up to the caged soul of mine.
Everyday you come,
brushing my greens,
melting those frozen pearls
into shiny droplets of a rain-bow,
I am clad with my leaves only,
deliberately though,
and you touch me,
beneath,
with your broad palm,
that is indeed so warm.
Trust me,
you touch me there,
my heart thumps where,
you know
my life-force lies there,
I glow up every-time,
with my body and soul,
ever so brighter,
colourful and gay,
than the older day.
----- Bharat Bhushan Jakhmola