April spring
Why do you return to dance again
Our hearts sour with envy , your captivating glance
Your bleeting alone is not enough
I long some concrete show
Your tender shining leaves do not attract any more
The mango flowers clusters droop
Like rich bosoms the blossoms bounce and shake, never still
Alive with hope of fullness of golden juice divine
The sun just stares , my lips like warm fruits ebb
The cool air filled with smell of bitter flowers
The raw wet earth fertile
But the heart of man why not right
Eaten by doubt, strife and ego, the clash
Life is deep empty hole to fill
Blank space here and there I see
Struggle, hurt, hard life everywhere
What use is your tumbling down the mountain for me
O April!
Drives like a drunkard ,doubly doused spewing dust and doubt
That's my story and I'm sticking to it! ;-)
Ron
That is quite the line (above) and thank you for an awesome poem. Love and best wishes,
Regis
Love ya!
Jane