Moonlight Spring
Where are those gay flowers in this spring night?
Where are those dancing butterflies in this moonlight?
Ah my rose! Why can't I appreciate your redness?
Why do you decline from morn to night without grace?
Where are those glittering streams with Kingfishers?
Dear cuckoo! Why are you silent among silence?
Yet spring, I don't think this night a spring with colours.
When time tunes not with the dance, spring is but empty Hall!
Copyright © Isor Chand | Year Posted 2017
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