It's Spring-Time Poem by Sumit Ganguly

It's Spring-Time



Spring is a season of vibrant colours
let's spray us out.
The roaming minstrel bird
may tune us for the exuberance.
Spring makes us free of dullness
let's suck the romance wholeheartedly.
It's a season of merriment, dining,
deaf and dumb may stick to their thrones.
Oh Spring, you blossom in teen age,
give vigour but not liberation.

Thursday, April 7, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: spring
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