A Afternoon In Spring Poem by Hussain Ali Magar

Winds of spring uncombing my hairs
I know, they ain't gonna be long here
What a illuminated sunny noon
Tall and silent mountains far away seems a boon
World is racing down below,
The carefree eagle gliding up above
In between a soul, imbibing the beauty
You ask not much, as, its his duty
An eclectic old melody from a distant radio set
Makes the moment a little​ more perfect
Like the nature, memories of childhood renewing again
Being an adult really gives no gain
As I see the sun declining towards the west
All I say that spring is the best...
Winds of spring uncombing my hairs
I know. they ain't gonna be long here