It’s here, it’s here,
The season of our dreams,
Feel the scent at some distance,
It’s not so far, it seems.
I can hear its sound,
As the birds chirp their way,
To the bright green leaves,
Where they eat, sleep and stay.
I can smell its fragrance,
From the flowers new born,
As they paint the world pretty,
Working dusk to the dawn.
I can see the happy colours,
Sprinkling glee on my eyes,
Enchanting reds and pinks and purples,
And orange trumpet vines.
I can feel its soft warmth,
As the sun touches my face,
Pats my cheeks with glow,
And brings me back my grace.
I can taste its beauty now,
For the world seems all right,
The skies are blue and the grasses green,
It’s a perfect pleasurable sight.
It’s here, it’s here,
The Spring of my dreams,
The grey days are over now,
With euphoria my heart beams.
5th February 2019
©sugandhswani_
The season of our dreams,
Feel the scent at some distance,
It’s not so far, it seems.
I can hear its sound,
As the birds chirp their way,
To the bright green leaves,
Where they eat, sleep and stay.
I can smell its fragrance,
From the flowers new born,As they paint the world pretty,
Working dusk to the dawn.
I can see the happy colours,
Sprinkling glee on my eyes,
Enchanting reds and pinks and purples,
And orange trumpet vines.
I can feel its soft warmth,
As the sun touches my face,
Pats my cheeks with glow,
And brings me back my grace.
I can taste its beauty now,
For the world seems all right,
The skies are blue and the grasses green,
It’s a perfect pleasurable sight.
It’s here, it’s here,
The Spring of my dreams,
The grey days are over now,
With euphoria my heart beams.
5th February 2019
©sugandhswani_
