《Sitting Under a Torn Umbrella》The Spring at Home

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Now cool wind is blowing,

And little flowers are swinging.

Look! All over have a sweet smelling,

And do perceive a dreamy romantic thrilling.

All around is looking cheerful more and more,

King of season, The Spring knocking at the door.

Cheer up! At the advent of Spring,

The Cuckoo is gladly singing.

It's a happy moment of adolescency,

Spring is the messenger of budding potency.

Not only for budding, who lacks of vitality,

Sweet song of Cuckoo sets fire in his lost mentality.

Have a glimpse! White clouds are moving above the sky,

Red balloons are flying above high.

Tall, big trees are discharging old leaves,

Nice, new, tiny twig breeds and thrives.

It's the season of making love and wedding,

Look! Being dressed in Benarasi new brides are coming.

Tides of love in mind, new dreams in eyes,

Housewives are playing Holi with other guys.

It's a good platform of making merriment,

It's a rompish period of involvement.

Oh Spring! I do like your colour, I like your nature,

Do not leave so soon pushing me into the firey summer.

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