Spring, Where Are You? Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Where are you, dear spring?
Spring, where are you?
Let me ask today this truth.
This truth, this beauty,
This time, this companionship,
All I need for you.
Whenever I start asking,
Look, there I hear
The cry of the cuckoo.
No tree, no flower,no color
And I left with nothing.
Be serious spring, please.
I am on hunger strike,
And it is fast unto death.
I feel your absence,
No word is there with me,
How can I say about you.
Stop, the air ordered.