Springtime, Ghazal Poem by S.D. TIWARI

The nature brings, in the springtime.
Most lovely things, in the springtime.

From heavens, lands down on the earth;
the great season's king, in the springtime.

The exquisiteness fly around the globe;
with its open wings, in the springtime.

Overall greenery and colorful flora,
Nature starts carving, in the springtime.

Eager rivers be vigor for new voyage;
snow begins melting, in the springtime

The radiant flowers fan out the aroma;
bees reach hovering, in the springtime.

Tulips adorn fields, cherries the gardens;
Cuckoos come to sing, in the springtime.

Prepared to offer alluring lavish love,
sweet heart of darling, in the springtime.

- S. D. Tiwari