The winter-wind bid adieu,
To the pile of memories without hues.
Each moment falling apart,
Like a solitary lass at heart.
‘Out of the blue’ He came,
Riding in the chariot of clouds.
The Sun, the Prince of March,
Splendor down its path.
Ensues from the land of hopes,
Spreading the wings of life,
Knocking off the pitch black thoughts;
Of deep mysteries and painful notes.
Here, no more moths, no more mourns,
Just butterflies and evergreen field of corns.
The rays; so marvelous yet humble,
Shining over the shady woes.
Sprouting out to a new phase of life,
The Nature, herself is in merits.
The Sun, the Prince of March smiled,
With hopes cherished and never perished.
Dr. Alka Ram
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