Days elongate
Winter fades,
The mists disappear,
The sun from the clouds appear,
The rays spread all over the earth,
The cuckoo enjoys its birth,
The melodious voice cheer,
As blooms the flower,
With its fragrance in the air,
Shape the surroundings in the world of Mayfair.
Music steers in every heart
Nature with its grandeur tunes to art
The south wind with the clarion call blows
As arrive the spring opening all the doors and windows
Lightening the life of the all the beings
The birds come of their nests and sings
The song of joy and happiness
Life runs its race.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Rimni, Loved this poem on Spring. Yes! When winter is here, can spring be far behind? The positivity in your poem embraces the reader. Well done.