The mild zephyr in spring
Reluctant, indolent, tame
The rustle of the leaves
Whispering your name

Swept me to a time
Many springs apart
When the gentle breeze
Blew a gale in my heart

Escalating to a thunderstorm
As you alighted the steps
While I waited for you
Patiently, without haste

And then your smile
Would worsen matters soon
As the gale would heighten
To a full blown typhoon

It would take hours thereafter
For the storm to subside within
For my heart to return to normalcy
And beat its usual rhythm

Subir Chakraborty / 8th March 2018