You Enjoy Your Spring Upon Me! Poem by Subrata Ray

The spring has returned again,
And the sway of her love I feel,
Her tree grows awesome and wild!

The be-dewed leaves of late Autumn,
Revives with forest gloom,
And oracle -birds, set their start,
The paradise -fragrance -blooms.

The fountain head sprinkles waters,
As an awakened a soul pens,
With nectar ink of thought,
And condensed feelings of love -divine
Her poetess’ pen has brought.

Mine I cried, in broad daylight,
A child crawling in the shore,
With some senses for body,
And confused imagination,
Of my upbringing and lessons,
A vain boast of nowhere consequence,
Or a hanging fruit waiting to be dropped,
And yet for you, I share a Timeless tie.

So the seasons come and pass by,
And I enjoy your grace as you impress,
Through life’s Autumn and Winter,
But yet the Spring, for your joy,
Upon me proves ever a precious thing!