The Spring In My Lot

The Spring In My Lot Spring is in air again. Miles and miles of daffodils aren't visible from where I live Yet the beauty of few yellow flowers in my garden Needs no other accessory. The sweet fragrance of few blue Hyacinths Is enough to fill the nostrils. Cherry blossoms are in farthest land. Aromatic mango blossom and flaming Tesu Is in vintage of memory. Here Bradford bursting with white flowers Blows the trumpet for spring's arrival. Cold and howling winds of winter Disappeared into soft intoxicating breeze of silvery night. From celestial sphere the crescent moon with shining Venus And bright Phaethon with its moon rings Invoke passion and desire in young hearts. In the secrecy of night Moon bestows Its gift of love upon the bosom of its earth bride. The grace is revealed With morning dew and mist Seeping from the gutter. Love is in the air Flying on wings of butterfly. In the tapping of woodpecker. In the rustling of wind. The tweeting birds, the faint rings of wind chimes The clamor of traffic at distance All create a rhythmic music to greet the spring. I lose myself in the melodious serenade Like a Sufi Dervish whirling in communion with divine. Spring enchants the world with its transient beauty. With all its vivacity and all its tumults It is like heart of a youth- Whimsical, passionate, gleeful and trenchant. Spring! Your joy and ecstasy knows no bounds for me. Your vernal gift touches my vertex Adrenaline rushes in pores Like snow melting from mountain Rushes into rivers and stream.