Monday, 21 November 2016



upon a nice mid-spring day, let’s take a look at nature’s way

Breathe the scent of nice fresh air, feel the breeze ueith him your hair
Rustling over the dense green
And driving off a day’s sheen,

Comes here the dark rain
The might flush all the plain
The pilot’s show of inpudenence
Causes massive turbulence,

On buds cute and choste
Pouring flakes of frost
knouring not the fated spot
On uring of brook they float,

Blooms and pollen, leaves and sprout
Blend in bubbles, swim and glout 
To nature, afall too is celebration,
To man, even a win is frustration. 

Written By Niranjan Singh

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