early spring
flowers smile and bow
to the cool breeze
the sun shines with
the exact intensity
to enable this heart
to open up, in the
blossoming of
the new season
hastily, iccicles
and snow count away
each last dropp of winter
so that wondrous spring could
take centrestage in time
intoxicated bees buzz
making stops at
the sweetest
and most fragrant
conflagrations
of the latest spring
butterflies flip
their wings
turning each second
of the season
into an artistic and
colourful adventure
for my mind
their excitement
the fashion of a child
the first time he lays hands
on his favourite cartoons
and the birds
spring crystalises
in each clear chirp
amidst their battle of songs
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem