Spring Blues Poem by Somendra Gaur

The hour to recalibrate laughter knocks on the door,
Vernal Equinox has arrived;

Flowers are blooming,
Trees ready to reproduce,
Pollens are in the air,
Butterflies smiling wide,
Trees dancing to the music of the gust;

Men falling in the seasonal trap of tailspin,
Rise in energy levels spearheading surrenders to the chaos;

Some shall open their doors,
To Spring clean,
Others might not,
But you my boy:
''𝘒𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵'