April arrives and my spirit suddenly feels so thirsty;
I begin to drink poetry: word by word and sound by sound.
With each sip here and now the thirst but grows endlessly!
The romantic nights and shining days to pass by are thirty;
Continuum of intense thoughts and feelings flirt all around.
April arrives and my spirit suddenly feels so thirsty.
Numerous cherry blossoms, colourful daisies and that white lily;
Chanting honeybees nip nature’s nectar spellbound.
With each sip here and now the thirst but grows endlessly!
Girls become so playful they abuse and show no curtsy;
Their private pastimes become a poet’s playground.
April arrives and my spirit suddenly feels so thirsty;
I dance like the peacocks when the weather’s murky;
I take a dip in the conscious river of bliss but get drowned.
With each sip here and now the thirst but grows endlessly!
April days drive me mad to prepare pearls of poetry;
I feel high on whiskey and spill secrets profound.
April arrives and my spirit suddenly feels so thirsty;
With each sip here and now the thirst but grows endlessly!
Himanshu Ranjan lives in Vijayawada, Andhra Pradesh. He is a poet and a Young India Fellow. His anthology is titled ’36 Love Stories’.