The Spring Longings
Do you like to see the girl singing
Come with me in the swing
Calling us the happy spring
Seated in the fragrantly blooming
Flowers in the cool morning
The falls sparklingly bubbling
The breeze soothingly cuddling
The rivers gurgling and brimming
The blue and orange sky dreaming
The green parks are beaming
And above everything
You my hands holding
On the path leading
Us to where nature is painting
That the birds are looking
At the colours enchanting
While to each other chirping
As if they are saying
What a picture mesmerizing
All this colourful talking
Do you know who is listening
The sunshine while knitting
The designs with the falling
Shadow that is fast moving
We meet the playful ducks swimming
In the ponds with the rippling ring
My grandpa smilingly walking
On the road that is singing
The songs of ever advancing
Never turning back and looking
At the dust it was leaving
Any good and enduring thing
That to others we can bring
Let's do it now without delaying
The chance again may not be coming
For time has always been drifting
The spring is very short living
This hand in hand together walking
What a journey exciting
Your smell my shirt is clinging
My fingers your poetry is painting
As long as we enjoy the together treading
Let's keep on travelling
When the dew starts descending
We will be into the star watching
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March 19, 2018
Spring Fling Zing Thing King (or Queen) - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Michael Vacek
Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2018
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