A poem in the tradition of the Romantics by Tribhawan, in Different Truths. He celebrates the beauty of nature.
World of spring blesses me
Sadness diminishes with blooms
Blushing brides dancing with grooms.
Flowering into flowers, life draws full circle
Prayers accepted yet happiness eludes me
Plucked now and then, the habit, floors me.
Places sacrosanct, lap my presence
Hair adore me to lure its men
Yet crushed and mutilated in my own den.
Lack of anonymity leading to despondency
Human nature crosses the bar
Hope survives me as spring is never too far.
Time remains dominant
Spring just confusion in mind
Transmigration, a soulful grind.
Clock wheel turns ushering blooming season
Shudder to think of bygone misery
Seeds of present again shaping my destiny.
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