Spring
- bishal baruah
- May 2
- 1 min read
• 2y ago

Spring
Spring is here my love,
Wake up.
Why do you want to die in your sorrows
And make me suffer thus.
Spring is beautiful here in my place
The air is crisp
And the trees are flowering.
I hear the birds with their songs of lovemaking
And the spring festival and merrymaking.
And I call out to you in the wind moving to the west
Maybe you would feel the wind from the east
Touching you and calling you.
I feel like a stranger in my own place now
Without you,
This spring surrounds me like a recurring dream,
Waking and sleeping merged together
In a search and waiting.
Even the sky grows impatient everyday,
With our stubbornness and pride.
And there is nothing in my hands now,
Never was actually,
It's all in vain,
Falling in love.
Feels like falling to earth.
Each day a remembrance of heaven.
And looking to the sky in an attempt to persuade,
Perchance there is hope,
A silver lining,
A star.



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