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Spring Sonata
Placed Second In :
Spring Sonata Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph Bru
Spring Sonata
When the queen of seasons serenades her sonata
And the spring sun spreads its soft shine on earth,
It`s time for daisies purple and blue to take birth anew,
For lilies pink and white to spring out from slumber
And daffodils yellow to garb on a new dress.
When the spring shine gently warms the air far and wide,
It`s time for camellias deep red to parade their blooms,
Vie with the splendour of tulips orange
And spy the frolics of skillful bees
Stealing nectar from the midst of flowers.
When the sweet breeze of spring sings its song,
It`s time for flowers to display their pomp
And their brilliance to all observant eyes,
Pervade the air with their delicious scent
And radiate the joy of life and living.
When the spring morn creeps in at dawn,
It`s time to lend ears to sparrows
Tweeting and twittering at ease
Amidst robins chirping with grace
While scanning the air with flapping wings.
When the moon and stars of spring slips in,
It`s time for sages to stare at the shine
Subdued by a slight breeze that caresses the skin,
And for staunch lovers to stitch sweet sugary dreams
In the stark silence of their silken couch.
When the gentle night of spring steps in,
It`s fitting time to scribble a serenade
To hail the gracious queen of seasons
And offer to her heartiest appreciation
For bestowing on man her generous boons.
Copyright ©
Krishnanand Guptar
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