Spring is here
But I am
Not able to understand
Spring's language.
Language is here
And language has also recognition
But I am
Not able to use.
Using one's own language
Is not wrong
But it is going towards
Perfection and I am doing.
Oh, spring, come on
With your own language
And let all understand you
As sweet as nectar.
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