The nature brings, in the springtime.
Most lovely things, in the springtime.
From heavens, lands down on the earth;
the great season's king, in the springtime.
The exquisiteness fly around the globe;
with its open wings, in the springtime.
Overall greenery and colorful flora,
Nature starts carving, in the springtime.
Eager rivers be vigor for new voyage;
snow begins melting, in the springtime
The radiant flowers fan out the aroma;
bees reach hovering, in the springtime.
Tulips adorn fields, cherries the gardens;
Cuckoos come to sing, in the springtime.
Prepared to offer alluring lavish love,
sweet heart of darling, in the springtime.
- S. D. Tiwari
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem