: Spring:

Spring* Spring is flirting by with all its loveliness In empty aloneness I sit by myself, Vast firmament is looking at the blue horizon, Colourful birds chirp and fly around the colourful flowers, In this great celebration my mind feels a pinch of sorrow, Now you are far far away from me, I feel as if I am nowhere, I am here clouded by my own mind, Your touch appears through the long path of memory, It blows into me through the core of my being. Spring has come, but I wait with my estranged self, All have gone to their own work, In empty alienation I sit in search of a lost silence. @Srijita Mondal /26/03/20/9: 5 6PM.