In her own leisurely pace

she has arrived

riding on the multicolored

chariot of the flowers

with sunshine in her lips

clad in a green mini skirt

and a high heel boots

pumping the sky

 with the zephyr of joy.

Colorful Earth- a model of serenity

no more frosty encounters

with the chilly winter tongue

everywhere is– bliss, bliss and bliss.

O’ spring, O’ my darling.

Take me closer to you

than I have ever been;

show me your landscapes

which I have never seen.

Come, come and whisper

in my ears,

“where have you been?”

And promise me that

you will never ever leave.

Let some dews of our kisses

spill over the barren lips

of the humanity.

Let the seed of love sprout

Let it salute the world.

O’ spring, O’my darling.

Copyright 2009 Bhuwan Thapaliya