Gentle Spring

 O Spring! Thou art the king of seasons,

Welcome to our domain

with thine gentle breeze.

Thine flavorous gesture

ever activates the flora

and fauna here,

Inspires cuckoo to open

his melodious beak for

enchanting the pleasure.

Had thou not arrived on

the Global surface each

Year carrying fragrance

of jasmine,

Young mass might have

forgotten the romantic

ryme.

Thou eternal backing

ever boosts up the sagacious ones in the

world,

Nevertheless cruel climate tests your sincere

benevolent bond.

Paradise is formed and

hell is subdued by thine

subtle sword here,

Though your delicate

southern breeze never

upset your cheer.

Filled with heartful of

tears thou grieve for

the Antique's aroma,

Amid the unsoulful

Jests of modernities'

lacunae.

Gleeful meadow awaiting

thou for a year now craving for a solaceful patting of thine gentle-breeze-hand among the delirious

atmosphere,

So that it can afford revival of it's lost glory

out of the imbalance of

beautiful nature.

Cuckoo coos,oriole

chirps, southern wind

blows to felicitate 

as well as seasoning

thou mood for

optimising mankind's

tenure in ensuing

hot Summer,

Notwithstanding the

audacity of unfavourable

ether thou proceed on

thine way to gear.

O dear Spring, thou must

spring out of the heaven

without being callous to

the poor young lovers of the earth,

Please spread thine

Carpet like aromatic coil

around the villages and

towns so as to confer them with an idealistic

and a peaceful girth.

O my dear Spring, thou

art the emperor of our

hearts and minds for

ever,

Never stop, never tarry

and never disrupt your

touch to mankind whatever odds may

barricade thine gentle

breeze, the refresher.