The Spring In My Lot

Spring is in air again.

Miles and miles of daffodils aren't visible from where I live

Yet the beauty of few yellow flowers in my garden

Needs no other accessory.

The sweet fragrance of few blue Hyacinths

Is enough to fill the nostrils.

Cherry blossoms are in farthest land.

Aromatic mango blossom and flaming Tesu

Is in vintage of memory.

Here Bradford bursting with white flowers

Blows the trumpet for spring's arrival.

Cold and howling winds of winter

Disappeared into soft intoxicating breeze of silvery night.

From celestial sphere the crescent moon with shining Venus

And bright Phaethon with its moon rings

Invoke passion and desire in young hearts.

 

In the secrecy of night

Moon bestows

Its gift of love upon the bosom of its earth bride.

The grace is revealed

With morning dew and mist

Seeping from the gutter.

Love is in the air

Flying on wings of butterfly.

In the tapping of woodpecker.

In the rustling of wind.

The tweeting birds, the faint rings of wind chimes

The clamor of traffic at distance

All create a rhythmic music to greet the spring.

I loose myself in the melodious serenade

Like a Sufi Dervish whirling in communion with divine.

Spring enchants the world with its transient beauty.

With all its vivacity and all its tumults

It is like heart of a youth-

Whimsical, passionate, glee full and trenchant.

Spring! Your joy and ecstasy knows no bounds for me.

Your vernal gift touches my vertex

Adrenaline rushes in pores

Like snow melting from mountain

Rushes into rivers and stream.