501 Poem by Nalini Jyotsana Chaturvedi

Spring
Youth returned
Fragrance profound
Innocence affirmed.

Fields full of blooms
Sadness can't loom
Shivering cold winters
Past is my ruin.

Buzzing of bees
Breeze swaying trees
Parching dried summers
I'll deal with your heat

Somewhere in heart
Hopes of new start
Although my core
Has lost its spark

Trickle of water
Deep down from rocks
Sapless surroundings
Springs bring succour

Maybe it's my turn
To bring forth leaves
My little sapling
Found its own creek.
Nalini