Gingerly stepping out nicely wrapped, inhaled
Shivering watched the hot vapours as I exhaled,
Swallowed by the icy breeze that tingled my face,
Carrying with it the invigorating heady fragrance,
Of dainty whitish pink cherry blossoms
My gaze rests on daffodils and tulips—awesome:
One pale yellow and the other inviting attention,
With its vibrant colours, coming out of hibernation.
The Dal Lake is enveloped in fog and solitude.
Villagers, in Pherens are picking logs with fortitude.
The Sun is smiling taking in the whole scene,
Birds are having a sunbath perched atop the trees.
Hill tops some dark and some lit up with sunshine
Silent witness to the morning coming out alive.
It’s kind of slushy, as my feet sink in the melting snow
I raise a toast to spring, and watch winter make a graceful bow.
A highly descriptive nature of a mind to vision through aurora's eyes..good poem indeed
The poetic lines paints a beautiful picture in my mind! -Raj Nandy
i lived it with you my dear mamta...that was indeed a marvellous coming of spring! ...this poem should be framed and mounted on the wall of your warm den.excellent!
This is a really beautiful poem, I was there with you drinking in the scene. I love the early mornings, sun rising evaporating those struggling streaky pink and greywhite clouds. That time before the world wakes up, its silence is beautiful. Thank you
its real.... what the mind imagen are true...... maybe in the past life or it will be coming soon...i like your poem... who tells that dreams are not vane, but a thing to be wish for... thanky you.... your great
this the first poem I'm reading this morning, with my coffee and my Helen-made fruit cake and it all goes so well with this gorgeous morning made all the more glorious by your enchanting, soft, dreamy poem that soaks my heart with great joy and makes me shout aloud that this world is indeed good. Give us more flowers, Mamta that we may inhale beauty and freshness and joy.
Beautiful! ! ! lo Kashmir is unfolded --dreaming-Iam actually there +++++10 as always anjali
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful welcome poem to Spring offered on the blue waters of Dal Lake...the last stanza lines are heart robbing...very pleasant write 10