Spring - Poem by NEETHA SASIDHARAN
seasons always comes my way
and all makes me gay..
some makes me scorchy
and yet others wetty..
but colourful wishings
gives my heart some shakings
and what else comes to your mind
other than the spring, which is so kind? ? ?
it fills your eyes
and makes you feel so high.
neither scorchy nor so wetty
and never forgets to make you jolly..
it makes you so excited
and kids on trees are sighted,
plucking fruits with all their might..
imagine their mom's plight! ! !
inspite of being crazy
it does make you springy.
the only season that wishes
you with flowers.....
its not just a season
it gives you lot of lessons-
being pleasant and never late
- one thing that you should emulate...
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