cholay jai mori hai - The End of Spring
- Pratik Ghosh
- Jan 24, 2016
- 1 min read
Alas, the end of spring is near
A yearning cuckoo chants incessantly from a far away tree.
An impatient breeze scatters ecstatic bokul
The fleeting fragrance carries the mind away.
A shady mango-grove warmed by the spring
Dances to the humming bees’ song
Unreasonably distraught all day long
Who struck the chords at my heart’s music core?
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