As The Spring Wakes Poem by Dr subhendu kar

Yet the spring wakes on with its band orchestra
As the lovers hang on together by the muse
deep of darkness slowly disappear from the night
white dusts of the day as intense start biting the drum
the moment seems to reflex by the heart of queen

Voices when distracts by the melody of the hours
the jingling breeze mused to flow gently over the bridge
lest the ripples by the river may hear the co primes
when the math of quantum colors to paint the art of love

hiding the shadow of fear from the petals of the rose
birds still ramps on the meadow by the remniscence of the grief
as the dew curves its dream by gleams of the morning sun
twilight expands its arms by the blue aesthetics

raves up by the mist yet half opened of last session
unflinching to the blue moon of the last night
evening when mellowed to the meadows green
meandering its make up into the last breath of eyes

the glaze of the tunes redeems by the mirror
each speckles of sorrow expends into long silence
holding the hands of splendors by the bliss
as school children enjoy the holidays after the exams.