(21/06/1992 / Kashmir)

Spring

Flowers and sorrows, arise gloom and die
Seasons how can they twist knife in the cut
A full summer died in my arms but the spring
When freezing bough of months came back to alive
But lifeless floating corpse-Alive what for
Birds- they don't join and sing a single song
Those tones are rare left with few
Dew drops on my face
The woods and mighty falls-sleep in rest
Seems winter is on its way
And spring smiled to me, said
Cuts and wounds bind within days
Dark of December is not with you always

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Spring promises a new hope with its blooming flowers that add joy to our lives..10+++++
Yeah, seasons come and go but Spring brings with it lots of freshness and beauty. Nice poem and congrats.
With open arms we'll welcome back the spring!
What a beautiful poem. Absolute delight. The cycle of seasons has so much to teach us. And spring smiled to me, said Cuts and wounds bind within days Dark of December is not with you always
Beautiful, and congrats of being chosen as poem of the day by member! many poems to go now..keep sharing the thought Aabid
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