Season Spring!

The dead plants rejuvenate again,

The flowers, birds and sky clean again,

After the death which was virtual,

There is indeed a resurrection again!

The seasons resembles the life of a being,

For the people too change with the nature serene,

Heartbreaks, circumstances and with newer test each day,

Each Man too first withers then shines brighter indeed!

From the root of a tree,

To its branches touching the higher sky,

Each leaf resembles an altogether different pattern and size,

Flowers too somewhere only a shade could be seen,

and elsewhere a whole bouquet of varied shades indeed!

The beauty though lies in the eyes of the beholder,

Reflecting his own soul outside -

From examining the petals of a beautiful petal,

To plucking and destroying its beauty indeed!

But,

Because it is the season of spring,

Only the bower of happiness could be seen,

Let yourself drenched under this protection only for a while,

And believe me, you would stop complaining even once!