My Beautiful Spring by Shishir Acharya

You may as well be fooled with this montage.

Blushing at her own grace.

Did you mistake her for a bride?

Standing tall with joy and pride,

That big bouquet of elegance,

So delicate and delight.

I heard the rainbow envies her corsage.

And says I’m eternal, she is a fling,

Feeble thing, what else can he do.

That is my sweetheart beautiful spring.

She flutters with the fragrance

Or it just might be love elixir,

This flurry of timelessness

Leaves me spellbound I figure.

I heard the buds whisper and giggle,

At the couple dreaming life with each other,

These shades have seen beautiful dreams,

From sprouting hearts to eternal lovers.

Can you believe?

A fortnight ago- she was lost.

She was shattered, her heart dispersed,

scarred and tossed.

She welcomed a stranger into her life,

He came with charming gust of snowflake

Gave her heart not knowing it was all fake.

He played with her elegance,

Crushed those embellished dreams.

She stayed strong, to let time heal her pain.

As the morning Sun shines,

On those beautiful, little blossoms

The bees forget their ways

And get tugged by the glaze.

I behold this craft, dear nature plays

and fall in love again,

I dance and sing, with my beautiful Spring.