Scientific Research Fellow in University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee
AS THE SPRING COMES...
As the spring comes with all her glamour
wearing a golden gown with golden hair and lips...
she will appear before me-
the golden hue of dawn will bath me,
wet my body, senses, mind and heart.
My loneliness will set like the evening sun
and I will divide my existence with her
and I will share my existence with her-
I will begin to exist within her,
she will begin to exist within me.
The barren winter will die of cold,
the golden spring will be born-
the barrenness of my heart will sink in quick sand,
my desert will be converted into a golden oasis.
The golden hue will touch my maleness,
I will recognize my own creativity.
My life will run along an avenue of
golden pine trees bearing golden flowers and fruits.
Cuckoo’s golden voice will kill my emptiness
piercing deep inside the core of my heart.
manatita44 from london on March 29, 2021:
Sweet! Moving ... charming! Full of ascension, which is what we really need. Forward ever! Awesome!
Ann Carr from SW England on March 29, 2021:
Moving poetry full of hope and the renewal of Spring. I enjoyed this.