Spring
Spring


As the cruel winter
Has grown old and decrepit
And behind distant hills does hiss
You have quietly rushed in
To eke out your place
Like an emerging leader
To enthuse the organism to carry on
Like Santa Claus-
You have brought
New hopes on your back
To this desolate earth
To germinate to new life
After much difficulty and strife
Your warm breeze
Has instilled youth and vigour
Among creepers and trees
That have dressed on new greens
Shooing away dry leaves
From hamlet to the far-flung hills
Your affection and care
Has brought enough ecstasy and cheer
To fauna and the human being
For they hop and sing
And gather round the lilting spring
The crazy koel koo-ooos to woo
The wild jasmine
While her wild scents sipping in
Flies to hide herself amid bushy green
And the jolly magnobird
Boastfully comes in
From her lazy hiding
To smarten up her quill
When her heart does spill
It hops into her nest
With an abreast of
Hope for her progeny
And the bees
Busy in filling their empty hives
As they swarm around
The flowers of mango trees
Like a newly wed bride
The crimson sun does wink and shy
In the western foggy sky
Seeing the blossoms of
>Palash
That redden and into that horizon flash
The palanquin-bearers cheer and extol
When Lord Krishna
With devotees swing and stroll
And gleefully pass
Towards the Holi mass
And the crazy lover
Decks her fringes with wild flower
When the cupid does inflict a wound
She ties her arms around
And clings to his chest
To smell the manly vigour
And does rest
After he frantically steps in
To plant wild kisses many
In and around her cheek and chin
Like the smiling morning sun
Into my life you have come
Dispelling the frost from my life
And like an able fitter
You have mended my broken comfort
Between the fall and the gruesome summer spell
Making me rise and swell
And like a child I do merrily pick
From the ground
The words like tiny balls
That roll and dwell around
To sing to my kith and kin
While stringing a garland
Of champak, oleander and jasmine
To garland my bountiful mother
Who made me grow and stand
I do drift away and go
To barter away my lover's
Transient beauty and charm
And escape from her fitful silence
To worship Her eternal beauty
And lie in Her lap for solace
And perpetual comfort.