If you’re yearning for love, respect and humanity, amidst all the chaos of the world, these poems will soothe your soul. You will find words that resonate with the hope of a warm spring sunshine, while the pen nib is dipped in the bloodied ink of the indignities towards humanity and the price paid for the indifferences towards them.
The stories that the author collects while working with women pours into a rhythm of expression, honouring the unheard voices. From the garlanding of the criminals of Bilkis Bano to the Manipur violence, and the destruction of our Mother Earth as she withers away, Mohua's poetry echoes the truth around us and reflects our collective anger and pain.
If Only It Were Spring Everyday is a collection of poems that is like the rain falling into the belly of the parched earth. The love is celebrated, and the pain is felt like shards of glass piercing into one's heart.