A Strange Kind of Spring (poem)

The moment was not seized
The past blocked the future
When the heart did not know it could belong

For the spring came early
With the curse of a mistimed blessing.

Just as well
For the heart must sleep
For the soul to awaken.

In the longwindmg Paris street
The afternoon was enough

The riverglow and the smell of books
The joy of a surprise extraordinary
Amid sights and sounds unique
People carved to impress

The cup is what matters
When rivers of wine gush
- N Madhavan, 2017