It Is Spring Poem by Sagnik Chakraborty

The flowers be wilting, it is spring,
The mind be fleeting, it is spring,
The pain be seething, it is spring,
My heart be bleeding, it is spring.

The one who moves my torrid heart
To ink these lines — of me a part —
May be distant, may be a dream,
I see in me her visage gleam.

Speech is dormant, Love sleeps not,
Lyric speaks and lends heart wings,
The song be tethered, it is spring,
The smile be withered, it is spring.