Silent Spring Poem by RAJAT GHOSH

Every silent spring has a deep sense
Though you can't count its heart of darkness,
Let the time flow like unheard rippling ringtone
And must there be the globe of floral epitome!

Upon the roof of that hilly green valley
The silent footsteps crawl counting tally,
Miles to move in deary dreaded darkness
The smiling Moon must there to bless!

And then that ripening hour to call the bell,
Amidst the bushy bed someone to smell,
The wild smell of a lonely lovely Lavender
Brings the two blooming buds together.

The rippling moaning marks the joy and mirth
In darkness, the dew drops brighten the hearth.