To the maiden… in me

a poem by Aparna Gopalakrishnan

Is that the fire… your passing glance?
Is that the lightning… your sudden glimpse?
Is that the thunder… your passing anger?
Is that the dew… your sudden tears?

Is that the spring… your sudden laughter?
Is that the cloud… your passing shyness?
Is that the monsoon… your sudden abandon?
Is that the winter… your passing moods