The sun-kissed garden of early spring
Wears a carpet of bright, lush green hue
The exuberance of flowers, the singing birds,
Steal my heart with their enchanting view.
The warm tone of the golden gleam
Slowly emerges from behind the clouds
Like a mischievous elf, peeping from its hiding place
Sprinkling pixie dust all around.
What magic did this picture hold
Upon which my gaze prevailed
Beneath the thick layer of spring,
An innocent poetry lay unveiled.
If you intend to raise the cover
And bring out the mystery that’s hiding there,
Listen to the music of the birds around,
And sing to the cuckoo’s tune, here.
Dr Shilpa Chakravarty
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