Come Spring Come Poem by Muhammad Ishaq Abbasi

Come spring come, run friend run,

Stop spring stop, papa mama talk,

The air is gentle, the sun is mental,

Birds are chirping, people are thinking,

I am dancing, friend is talking,

Insects are creeping, animals are grazing,

The grass is growing, the stream is flowing,

Come spring come, run friend run.

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