Spring Tide Poem by Minnoor srinivasan

Bees hum and gladly suck
Before someone hastens to pluck
Flowers, in the prime spring
Radiate grace, which is a rare thing.

Season of fine vernal bloom
Dispels one's temporal sordid gloom
Yonder the curvy creepers surround
Tree trunk with love unbound!

Warm notes of cuckoo near
Searching eagerly for the married ear!
Look at the charming red rose
Beckoning the craving poor rose.

Petals open softly as eyelids
Open in sleepy looking kids
Greet the spring-tide one may
As it fills the soul with experience gay!