Four Sexy Wings

Sometimes faith in love is lost. Cold is the weather and it is frost. Visibility becomes too low. The same old story repeats in a new show. The sun rises again, warms up and removes the pain. Spreads her wings to fly high in the blue sky, the poor dove! She thinks she has lost her love! Alone she goes for a solo flight! Unaware! Someone is back for a sexy night in the safest nest with all the best. In the evening when she comes back She is pleased to see a lovely gift pack, colorful with many rainbows, it is light coming through the windows kissing the shining fancy silver packing a nature's art of colors-making, The naughty moon winks an eye and sleeps in the clouds. An overnight magic the winter in shrouds! The dawn comes with the colorful aromatic springs. Pink and yellow, blue and white, all round I see the spring flowers. In love sometimes one is wet with some unseen showers. Come again and again for lovely springs! Flying like colorful kites, customary in Punjab to celebrate the season of love. In the sky, instead of two, I see four joyful wings.