(A poem on Spring season)
Gone are the snowy cold winds,
When everything was at a standstill,
The nail biting and shivering cold,
Had silenced everything to the core.
Now with the onset of March,
The bittering cold has melted down,
Words fail to express the majestic splendour,
Where nature reincranates its wear and tear.
Dry stems branches of the old grown trees,
Get a new lease of life,
Upon hearing the sweet souled chirping voice,
Nature dancing to its tunes.
Gayful flowers upon hearing nature's call,
Spreading their fragrance far and wide,
The silent humming sound of bees,
Adding intonation to landscape's vocal accent.
Dried meadows of grass lush and green,
Welcoming the onset of sweet spring,
Cows grazing the sweet fresh hay,
Nothing less than a miracle truly seen.
Gorgeous peacock expanding its bountiful wings,
A sight so alluring to explore,
Melody of cuckoo ever delightful serene,
O Lord! What divine music it is to hear.
O immortal creator,
Thanks and prayers for your benevolence so sublime,
For if nature has so much to offer,
O Mankind is it not for us to think?,
What man has made of man?