Spring Poem by Ishwor Pathak

Raindrops slowly pouring on the ground,
the petrichor rose up already,
bringing the Spring inside,
green leaves, unhurried growing on the trees,
all the youths have started to feel free,
children rolling on the new green grass,
couples have spread their flesh,

But, I,

inside a basement,
like in the trenches of the war,
fearing to go outside, to touch the sun's rays,
sitting quietly,
and dreaming of the offing,
just an ineffable dream before the dawn,
and letting my dark spring inside.