Saucy Gavotte on a Saucer

By Saloni Kaul

You vacillate in bits

Then remember wry

Like steadiness

Of a norm,

The eye that sits

There watching us

Is the eye

Of a storm.

You turn to go,

Then decide to stay

Like supremacy

In great form;

One candidate's echo,

The candidate still in the fray,

Commands contumacy

All in all to conform.

                Like that first hallo

                Stomping the bay

                Invades obstinacy,

                Like night silence in a dorm.

Like picturesque rising dough

Truth's love portrays;

Revival of intimacy,

All elbow room considerate, all warm.