On the spring sky

Hues of sapphire, mark the sky,

Desperate blue sea, depict the same.

What is Sun, but a golden nugget;

and my heart, an exalted cuckoo.

As the mellow winds, ease my wings;

I fade from the flock and fly away.

In solitude, I plunge into nature;

diving deep to unmask its beauty

Do I succeed or succumb, I ponder not.

(3rd Mar 2016, Paris)