Abhi garmi ka mausam nahin aaya
lakin itni garmi hai
is ne cherry k ped ko khul dala hai
Bechara pagala bana khaDa hai
gulabi phooloN ki banawati jhalar main
lada hua jaldi se khil raha hai
Jab shaam ko thandi hawa k
khoob jhonkay aanay lagtay hain
to aasman main uDtay hue
is k phooloN k pattoN ka toofan
main dekhti hoon
Abhi siraf April hi hai
Main bhi roke nahin sakti apni zindgi ko
jo jaldi jaldi se nikal rehi hai
(tum yahaaN nahin ho)
chaand apni raftaar main hai
(mera pyaar bhar nahin raha hai) .
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In Your Absence
BY JUDITH HARRIS
Not yet summer,
but unseasonable heat
pries open the cherry tree.
It stands there stupefied,
in its sham, pink frills,
dense with early blooming.
Then, as afternoon cools
into more furtive winds,
I look up to see
a blizzard of petals
rushing the sky.
It is only April.
I can't stop my own life
from hurrying by.
The moon, already pacing.
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