My dear, spring has come,
nature is yet again youthful,
prettiest flowers are blooming,
and even the bees are singing.
The nights are peaceful,
I like these, even cuckoo does
cuckoo praises these nights
but in his own manner.
He tells all the secrets
secrets that only lovers can understand
secrets of youth, love and beyond
secrets of spring and springing love
Last night was cold and calm
and the cuckoo was sharing the secrets out loud
and here I share it with you
Love dwells in innocent hearts,
It dies with logic
love dwells in young hearts,
It dies with maturity.
It never matures,
It’s sole fate is death after youth
don’t let it mature,
don’t let it die.
That’s what he said
and then I imagined you
The uncanny countenance,
The smiling eyes
and the lips velvety
which speak sweetest when mute
A benevolent character,
and a witty mind
with an innocent heart
playful and happy
Your presence can’t match anything else
The peace that comes with you,
no night can offer that
The charm that you possess,
no spring can offer that
words become trivial,
when describing you
a single kiss of yours
can dash all the poetry.
My dear, spring has come.
~Divyanshu Sharma