Sardi ka mausam hai ya
bahaar ka? kya patta?
plum k ped ki safed kaliiaN
safed baraf main mil-jhul rehi hain,
vo khula-neela aasmaan to nahin laateeN
magar unki khushboo keh rehi hai
k bahaar ab aa rehi hai.
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Winter? Spring? Who knows?
White buds from the plumtrees wing
And mingle with the snows.
No blue skies these flowers bring,
Yet their fragrance augurs Spring.
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