Here Sings The Spring
It is spring!
Here in our city
Winter said farewell
Leaving its blankets
Of mist and stoic silence..
Flowers bloom in delight
All around in parks and pathways
In Trumpets, in Jacarandas..
In fire of the flames
In line of March
To welcome a colourful spring
While Sun burns
The last hope of a rain dream..
It is spring
Where shadows and mountains
Forge a mid way path
Beneath the valley of hope
To set free the clouds
For a while to take in hand
The tree heart florets
For an earth to look
Forward…
It’s time
Of resurrection
Of Prayers and flowers
Of March and April
And return of Persephone,
The Goddess of spring
and innocence
It is spring again
For the lost songs
And for the pagodas
Of an ancient monument
And for the meditation
Point of a musical walkway,
The song of the season is Spring..
Here comes the spring…
Here sings the spring…
-By Rema Pisharody
