Spring
ARCHANA Bijli
Kolkata, West Bengal
The leaves no longer drift and fall,
the southern breeze is light,
Spring has come to knock our door,
and winter takes its flight.
It feels so bright and new,
The cuckoo sings through leafy gaps,
its song so warm and true.
The crimson blooms of branches low
now bow with petals wide,
I see the fiery blossoms glow,
like laughter, side by side.
They dance with joy and cheer,
The butterflies and buzzing bees
bring fun this time of the year.
An orphan child stands far away,
with clothes so worn and thin,
But Holi’s here, come, take my hand,
let’s paint the world again.
No face should fade to gray,
Let colors bright and filled with light
bring joy to all today.