Theme: Spring

Following Spring

The fallen leaves became sparse
after the wind took a hurricane
at my arrival where I had been
in this spring I hang over myself
this umbrella of shade than colors
than joy to sprint my feet ahead.

A flurry of birds takes my notice
perched sometimes over the buildings
over benches becoming spectator as I.

A grass flower or a bush overflowing
swing over the rill a deep inhaling
of life flows through narrow lanes
I have touched the barks which I often
looked at with amazement.


More By  :  Neelam Dadhwal

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