Spring, My King Poem by Bharati Nayak
Spring, My King
Oh Spring,
How I wait for you! ! !
Listen, how the cuckoo
Sings in restive cooes
See, how, the mango branches
Are heavy with blooms
Inhale the fragrance
That wafts in the air
See, how the bees
Are darting from
flower to flower.
Spring,
Do you remember
The 'Holi' festival
When we bath in color
Spraying colored water
On each other?
Spring,
King of my seasons,
Look, there are grey shadows
On my hair,
But as with you,
My heart is so colorful! !
As winter comes poems about spring give us something to wait for. Especially so well written poems as this one!
I love the way the beauty of spring is described here. A magnificent poem....Top score! !
Colourful! ! With blooms! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Really, spring is a missing item now. Climatic hazards sweep away lot of pleasure.Still, we remember. nice.
Spring fills our heart with colourful thoughts while the outer world too is coloured by it. Thanks
Thank you so much Parameswaran Nair Damodaran Nair for your kind read and lovely comment.Yes, Spring is a season of colourful thoughts and colourful nature.
I am waiting for the spring...to see the nature in that season....because spring is the king of all season........10++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/6/2025 3:06:58 PM # 1.0.0
Let us welcome the spring To spin and swift in air All the fragrance and happiness For a better life in this world of arrogance!
Thank you Sekharan Pookkat for reading and giving your valuable comment.