Spring In My Courtyard Poem by Joyashree Majumder

SPRING IN MY COURTYARD
The arrival of spring in my courtyard is not marked by palash.
It is neither marked with red Shimul tree tops.
Spring you arrive with fresh green tender leaves.
Baby leaves in my jasmine shrub shows a way-
The arrival of spring may lead our morose soul to gay.
Hope is seemed to flicker as small leaves in few other local shrubs.
The lonely winter which filled my courtyard with dry foliages,
Is getting ready to say-
Its time for departure -
The bitter secluded winter which seclude us from life-
Will be secluded by us - as spring came near and far-
Touching my barren loveless weed grown courtyard's every nook and corner -
Although my courtyard has only some wild shrub but she touched it
All wilderness mesmerized me and I grab the arrival of spring in my secluded weed grown courtyard.
As wild blossoms smiled in my garden I amazed!
The colours though wild anonymous but they dazzled-
It somehow and showed us that life amidst the shrouded winter gives chance -
A chance through which the vivacious spring can peep-
And bring a tweet of hope for a mind which is frazzled.