spring is bliss or is it?
the silence of winter is gone
the birds are chirping under the sun,
happily picking their food-
a grain, a bud or an insect
chill in the air is a thing of the past-
warmth permeates everywhere
deep darkness has gone to sleep
when sunlight peeps from the sky
the clouds shine like a resplendent bride
a bit shy, but radiantly happy
spring is hope, joyous, and bliss
the path is straight and clear
filled with laughter of nature
"Man-made blast shreds blood,
bones and concrete,
shattering the peace"
©gautamitripathy20032021
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