Coming of Spring

                                        Coming of Spring


There is talk , we hear , of coming of spring

Some happy , some sad of what it can bring

For some there is no pleasure in its coming

For others it brings loads of eye pleasing

Bounties , for others heart wrenching regret

Of what could have been and hard to forget

Do the flowers laugh or maybe they cry

Are there leaves in agony , sere bone dry

The sunsets are extra bloody  crimson

Looking forward to the coming monsoon


                                            © Lalarukh Lasharie