Treasure Island

gajanan mishra

(3rd April 19sixty / Tikapali, Patnagarh, Balangir, Odisha, India now at Tapobana, Titilagarh, Odisha, India)

Spring- Divine Glory


In spring, my dear
I remember You,
I know spring is You,
Coo, coo, coo, coo.

You are the flowery spring,
Neither too hot
Nor too cold.
Plant kingdom gets
Reanimated with
Fresh leaves and flowers.
Spring is divine, Your
Glory-divine.

Love love and love
Love love and love
New life new dream
My dear, it is only
In spring.

Submitted: Friday, June 21, 2013
Edited: Friday, June 21, 2013

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Spring is the king of seasons, In spring cuckoo's coo coo coo, In spring lover-beloved woos. Spring is Almighty's divine glory.

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