Spring : Dear, now we should separate
For some months we were soulmate
Only you is not my favourite
First impressing then leaving is my habit
Bud : No , my king, it's not right
In your hand, I am a kite
Don't leave , not be betrayal, this unbearable pain don't give
Without you how I can live
Reason of my smile is you
Erase me , the sun did with
dew
Spring : My beloved, don't weep
That we've sown , we have to reap
I am wanderer , our no destination
We've to bear this separation
Goodbye dear, goodbye
No more tears, no cry no shy
Bud : you gifted me grief , sorrow
God, my eyes not want to see tommorrow
Let my eyes be a brook, let me cry
Without my king, I 'll shatter, I 'll die
Heaven is not present here !
Painful partition I ' ve to bear
Nature's Whispering.................
No need to be sad
Why, your pink petals turned into red
Look at those smiling Palash in hot Sun
Have you seen them in Shakuntala's bun.
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Author:
Priya Tomar (
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- Published: July 19th, 2025 02:28
- Category: Unclassified
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- Users favorite of this poem: Devender Kumar, Lorenz, Poetic Licence
Comments4
This is what touches the spring child in me !
Thank you very much, Lorenz
Your sweet words lighted up my heart.
Continued reassurances from nature over being what one is. A wonderful poem with Indian flavor. Nicely done
Thanks for always lovely comment.
Your words encourage and support me .
You are most welcome
Beautiful
Thanks
You're welcome
This has a lovely feel, being comforted and reassured by the strength and beauty of nature around them, that they will be ok, enjoyed the read
Many thanks for reading .
You are very welcome
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