Below the cloak of clouds

Under the canopy of stars

Over and across the lake

The swing with the wind spars

I go back in the time

To my childhood days

When we were so carefree

And gleeful always

Right now there is no breeze

The swing is hanging still

My limbs are twitching to hold it

I look at it longingly still

There are, in my heart, undulating waves

As desires hide in some dark and lonely caves

                                                                           ~ Sudha  Dixit

                                                                                  Bangalore, India