Flight of Freedom: Neera Kashyap

 

Is the heart the hollow of a tree where

the rain of love both wets and protects?

Is it our love that radiates to others?

Unlimited, unbound.

It draws one to rest in the heart cave,

to contemplate life below a tree in full flower

to gather it all under an umbrella?

Emboldened by the rain our women go forth—

rain fills their pots, drenches them, fills their hearts.

Beneath the bower, Kamadhenu bends head and heart.

It is the peacock that roosts on the tree, luxuriant 

with foliage, turns its head to the 

sky to hearken to thunder and rain,

as birds fly into a swirl of cloud and lightning,

free of fear.