Following Spring Poem by Neelam Dadhwal

The fallen leaves became sparse
after the wind took a hurricane
at my arrival where I had been
in this spring I hang over myself
this umbrella of shade than colors
than joy to sprint my feet ahead.

A flurry of birds take my notice
perched sometimes over the buildings
over benches becoming spectator as I.

A grass flower or a bush overflowing
swing over the rill a deep inhale
of life flows through narrow lanes
I have touched the barks which I often
looked at with amazement.