Spring
Spring dawns at her threshold
blowing away the wintry leaves
from her garden.
She is ,but,little perplexed to choose between
the old,bleak association and the light shining through the dewdrops on new foliage.
Everything around seems a Midas's touch -full of unseen eternal regrets.
It looks vivid and mesmerizing through the streaked window.
she craves for a life and reckons it exists in the obscurity.
A new promise awaits in the fecundity of Spring.
Copyright © Bishnu Bhusal | Year Posted 2010
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