Spring Death Poem by Vizard Dhawan

Seasons are full of love,
full of flowers, full of bees,
seasons are full of cry,
full of grief, full of pains,
In this bright cheerful spring,
someone has made me non-living thing
please bring me back in human being
why have you done so, why done such,
can't you withstand smiles on my lips
spring-the sign of love, for me you have made
spring-the sign of death.
might this be last spring I am enjoying
after that I may enjoy it in heaven
where, I, then complaintto this beauty
for me you were selfish, so there too
you want my life taken away
from my body, my soul will escape
no longer you will find me alive
no longer me and spring will be seen together
just no longer...