Blossoms Of Spring

It leads to a perfect ending with improper start,

But it seems to be great to take over,

A job of a less duration of his period,

Neither being hatred of summer,

Nor be abhor of winter.

Blossoms of flowers,

Blossoms of spring,

Birds whip journey towards heaven,

Cuckoo enjoys this romantic time.

It is a season who balances,

The suppression of year,

Who dilates the sulk of seasons,

Who annexes the love of nature,

Who ambles the attention of heart.

Its life time is 60 days,

But the memories with earth are appreciable,

Precious things happen in this era,

Delicious thoughts dilate in this era,

Keen on night for couples,

Boon for haters towards life.

It's a long time of destiny,

It's a long journey of world,

It's a long succession of truth,

Which says God is graceful towards earth.