Spring

Bathed in nectar dew drops, now the damsel spring stealthily tiptoes into the hamlet with all its strength. The south breeze plays fifth symphony on tender new leaves, flings the grey garment of fugitive winter on the tether of time. The red modesty of cassia flowers lazily thrown on the elevations, sheuli flower hides her whitish face in dark screen. Forest being released from solitary confinement bedecks with colors of nature snow white swans conquest the copper sky Jasmine frequently haunts dark nights. The sun rises on the forehead of a newlywed bride as if it is a circular spot of vermilion. Man in remaining incognito for years, has come back to the war fields of life, perhaps he wants to pay his debts of soul. Somebody, in quest of a blue envelope tinted with multicolor of unknown flowers but the letter box of young heart wide open, as the darkness of suspicion has broken its lock, the love knots of past love lost in the time treacherous sand anxiously asks for identity. Still on the debris of sand castle built of hopes and promises, a young poet composes a lyric with inks of blood and shades of despair his pen of eternal pain proclaims, “Spring has set in again to solace thousands of broken hearts.”