At Spring

It's such a pleasure to see the unripen mangoes hanging down the tree,

Like a kid falling from father's hand to kiss mother earth.

I can’t wink; i can’t stop looking at the green of spring

Like God was a painter, who had to paint green,

All shades of green, so many of them like my senses have gone Numb!

Every shade so pleasant and pleasure of your soul

And the little gulmohar flowers, yellow, violet, pink, red, saffron!

Gives ecstasy to the free wings of your heart to fly beyond.

An arch of the rainbow, like it's inviting me to the land of fairies,

Bumpy clouds, so soft to sleep makes me lazier,

And i can jump and pump freely on them like i was on a soft pillow,

And a flock of white birds at their freedom, singing the song of their souls

Made my heart sing the song of my soul, pleasant, ecstasy, memories, pain, tears and what not!?