My Spring Poem

Nihal Sahu

My poem speaks of flowers and buds
of trees and leaves
of caressing fingers,
of rough assaults,
of the sunny summer and of the icy winter
of the dry autumn and the wet monsoon
and of the blooming spring

Spring-time rivers are neither cool nor warm
But soothing,
In spring the deer dance,
The little girl and boy
Sit down and chat till the sun goes down.
In the morning I wake up and see
Waves of joy dancing around my garden,
Laughing and happy
And I see men and women chatting and laughing about
To whisper chérie je t'aime*
And the grandmas and grandpas hopping without crutches

But spring is gets to an end
And I hope that when the hot summer sun beams down Again, I will have a poem as good as this one .

* I love you darling

Nihal Sahu -

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