Spring In Orchid Poem by Masroor Shafi

What is that! Flickers the tender curve of floral bud
And tosses it with joy and ease to flew in the breeze
Owes tribute to its attribute and neglecting its cease
That is certain to take place in dry, water and mud

This is it, which fetches joy to sorrow, peace to war
This is all what we are need of, and we are worthy of
In absence of it, nothing is sure to omen and sorry of
It pledges to be calm, kind and away from drastic war