Fresh Air Poem by Umasree Raghunath

The touch of the fresh air
In the winter morning calmness
Just after the first rain
As the spring begins to resign
Touches my endearing soul
Like the little funny first love
The love that knew what it is
Wanting me in the bliss
Making my blushing smiles
Pour all over my calm self
Running in me like river miles
Sour the happiness engulf
The touch of the fresh air
In the winter morning calmness
Just after the fresh rain
As the spring begins to resign
It's my first love and feel
Just want to cry out, Love you baby,
Love you true, like the rain
Want to pour over you my love
Love you baby, love u in my terrain