ACool warmth in the bosom
Winter fades,
Spring approaches slowly
Earth removed of paleness turns red
Crimson saplings sprout
Earth behaves into equanimity

Cold from Scorpio
Cool as icy cubicles
Globe was partitioned
Into cellars of ice and sun
Sun always mocking
Earth suffering heat and cold
Old cellars open
And ferment youth and juice of ages
Lovers hide in caves of cupids
Knotted in roots eternal
Birds sing in parting,
Cuckoos sink in despair,
Bulbul hums forgotten tunes,
Needle-birds stitch on fences,
Quails jump in fear,
Peacocks continue dances in climes.

Parrots enter the absence of greenery
Parakeets camouflage among the ripened leaves
Ready to fade and fly in west winds

Away sings the bird of equinox
“Be ready,
Share sorrow and peace in equity
Take the ace and pickaxe
Toil, men, toil,
Sow the seeds and till,
Upturn the soil
Sing on, the songs of fertility
Sing on, the songs of creativity
Be the singer for ages
In chorus with Taurus”.

Winter brings war
Corpses shatter in hamlets
Democracies and bushes are saved
With bushels of weapons.
Gorges have plain looks
With hyenas and vipers!

Spring is on, winter gone;
It was true, the poet’s rhyme
“If winter comes
Can spring be far behind”?
Bird of Equinox is coming
Sweet rhymes humming

Pisces will be fertile
Aeries will provide greater milk
Meat and fruits will follow
Caramel smells
Children smile
Handsome maids arrange the chamber
Rain would sprinkle in soft delight
Aeries would love to live
Life is divided in to equal halves

Nights and days differed in duration
Earth divides into unequal shares
Devil has its share
Deity is nowhere
Man has the rest

The bird of equinox hums
Somewhere in the nearby clubs
With a drumming sky gone behind
With a Sun straight above the head
Sky is placid, a grandpa
Sea loving, a grandma
Ewes gather around
They had their share of sun and rain

The bird of equinox hums
Somewhere in the nearby clubs