Spring

Nowadays Spring is same as your eyes
Beautiful and attractive…
I owe you the poems I write for you
You owe me the blessings in your lauds
I write you in every verse so well
You add beauty to my poems

I listen to the chirping of the Bulbul daily
That sweet voice resembles to yours
If I write for you, will you read it?
Your love empowers me so well
Will you look at the last verse
There is a choice which says
You are free to choose
I’m bound to you…