Poetry

It seems such an intense flame That burns behind your heart; Roaring, Scorching, Anger, Passion, Fuelling your emotions. Your mind races, Your fingers seek The soothing breezes, The thoughts that will calm your restlessness.

It seems such a swift and powerful wind That carries you far ahead of the rest, Pushing your mind Sometimes blurring your vision Always lifting you upon its gossamer wings So you barely touch the ground beneath you And can almost feel the caress of the clouds.

It seems such a very gentle warmth That falls from the glance of your searching eyes. A warmth that pervades, That embraces And holds on forever. It is the warmth of the sun That caresses the horizon At sunset. Soothing the mind. Calming the heart. Touching your soul.

//Usha Doshi - April 11, 1992.//