The Spring Knell


Early from the childhood time,

I have known the "Daffodils" rhyme.

Love; mine for spring is intense,

Same knelled by the daffodils is thence!


From within the dead cream grass

rises green the bunch of bulblets;

slowly developing its beauty in wreathe,

time and space it takes to grow,

has colours; yellow, green and white to show!


Consistently grow the daffodils in number

with the fragrance ending the (winter) slumber.

The scent invokes the whole of nature,

leaves in fascination each of its creation!


Nature's brush raised high is to creativity;

Here is marked the beginning of beauty,

to soothe the human soul in strife;

Nature plans to relieve the whole of life!

Mehak Dhaar
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