Today is spring

                           
 
                        The flowers blossom or not , today is spring.

                      Dipping his leg in a cement made foot-path,a big , tall 
                      hard-wood tree , is laughing with all his heart.

                       The flowers blossom or not , today is spring.

                       Covering the eye with a black tape in too much light
                       Then opening it-------
                       Leaving people in the death bed 
                       Then lifting them----

                    Let the days that are gone never come back...

                      The yellow tinted sky blushing like a bride
                      witnesses a young boy who in return of one or two paisa,
                      makes the sound of birds.
                        -----But he has been called away by the bad days.

                                With a crimson sky on her head,
                 a dark , unmarried girl was thinking of all this rubbish..
                  When suddenly , there came a stupid butterfly.

                       Then came a loud bang of a closing door.

                             Hiding his face in the dark ,
                        the rope bind tree , is still laughing.