When I asked Spring
To love me
To cool me with her colours,
A part of night denied me
The dreams I see
And my lips are dreary
For your subtle kiss .
Next day
You were there
Glowing in colour;
And your divine smile
Suffused me with
That smell of Spring.
©® Dasharath Naik
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