Hı. BıRd Of The SprıNg Season, What Is Your Name / [ Part -5 ] Poem by sundaram chandrakalaadhar

My repeated queries to one and all
Yield no result and i am exhausted
Every one blink with wide eyes
Even outwitting a seasoned owl!

We know the edges of coins
Even if perfectly blind-folded!
But who here would know
Your pretty worthless name?

Call me 'mad' and make fun of me
And aim on my back derisive looks
My faith in them has gone forever;
And no more would i ask for your name!

Even the name given to you
By these tasteless people casually
Would not suit you perfect
And not match your beauty and spirit!

i will assign a new name with love
If at all the old name again crop up
Let it crumble and vanish for ever
And the new name rule this world!

While my mind is on a hunt for a very sweet name
The fact that you are the essence of the Spring season
Flash across my mind and hereafter i will call you
'VASANTHAROOPAM', 'The Incarnation of the Spring' season!