In Search Of Spring Poem by lalitha iyer

As I opened my little eyes
as far as I could see
there were greens and greens only
and the vast sky with lovely spread
and flavoured air of lovely blooms
and I breathed in more air without gloom
me thought the way ahead would be full of Springs.

As the journey started lane by lane
I came across Winters and Autumns
but no Springs or harbingers of Spring could I vision
sadly I sat upon the side benches and watched
men race ahead with robust vitality
splashing their inherent potentiality
Alas, I sat and sat waiting for hours
for Spring to come and life to sprout
yet, unhappy do I die for my life is ends barren and rout.