My Spring Poem by RAJ VIKRAM

Spring was unknown to me.
springs would've come
But to know them
there had to be a
flower inside me.

And the unknown
never bother you
I was cushy in the
oblivion as always.
But spring is sprightly.

And it slyly got inside
and made me too a flower.
The eternal spring
the unwavering spring,
my eternal grace.

Flower I too am
spring is mine too,
the belief is now rooted
And I have flowered and won't
fade till this spring is around.