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By Kamlesh Tripathi

SPRING

With the touch of spring,

It merrily rings,

Winter is over and summer is closer.

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Where trees go bald,

As the leaves fall,

And where hope arrives in the buds to blossom,

Is when the old vanishes, and the new horizons.

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Boulevards grin and orchards smile,

Scintillating and sparkling as the new season arrives,

And that caresses my mind to beguile,

Is when I pack my woolens,

To sprinkle in the spring and drench in the summer.

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And in between the freeze and the heat,

It appears to be a moment of respite,

A moment of revive,

From the unnerving winters,

To the scorch of summers.

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And as I walk along the lush green gardens,

Under the loaded trees,

I sense how the nature,

Undresses and then dresses anew.

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And spring happens to be the reminder of times,

That sheds the bad and imbibes the good,

To shed the old and aspire for the new.

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