Spring
— Kamlesh Tripathi
Mumbai
–Spring is the season of change. This is when the old foliage vanishes and the new steps in. One can say this is when nature reviews Earth—
With the touch of spring,
It merrily rings,
Winter is over and summer is closer.
When trees go bald,
As their leaves fall,
And where hope arrives in the buds to blossom,
This is when the old vanishes, and the new dawns.
The boulevards shy and orchards cry,
And amid the ruckus,
The new season arrives,
And that beguiles my mind to revive.
This is the season when I pack my woollens,
And leave behind the winter cries,
To muddle in the spring,
And drench in the summer.
And in between the freeze and the heat,
There appears to be a moment of respite,
A moment to thrive,
From the unnerving winters,
To, the scorch of summers.
And as I walk around,
Along the expanse of those gardens,
Under those barren trees,
I can sense how nature,
Undresses and then dresses anew,
To create another view.
Truly speaking,
Spring happens to be a reminder of times,
That sheds the past and imbibes new vibes,
That discards the old and acquires the new,
To complete the nature’s annual review.
–Seasons display the changing moods of nature. They break the setting inertia in Mother Earth—
