Posted by: Ron DuBour | July 22, 2014

No Spring Turns Around~by Rajendra Padhi



No Spring Turns Around

I fly in a dream of caressing color
But the nipping frost covers my face,
The garden is a sea of snow
No flower around,
My butterfly-soul tend to love
The glory of summer,
The woodland rivers are frozen
Is it my perennial winter?
I am vexed to gnaw at the icy- life
Sliding me, splitting me to wonder,
I sit leafless
So artless is my season!
I am reminiscent of spring
I bore the music of rivers
Looked like the vernal green
Now I stand and gaze
No spring turning around
In the land my snowing.

Composed and Copy right- Rajendra k. padhi

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