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Grand. cuckoo Poetry spring

Spring Arrives—–2


Out there on the trees

the cuckoo cries

kuk, kuk, kuk in a cheer

a sound so familiar

it is an informer

nay an announcer

of the season that is on

the spring comes  with a fawn

a liveliness that is born

with an impetus in an  imperial form

relies on the fathomless  calm

found in Nature  in an abundance

failed to be utilised by Man with relevance

the mismanaged  executions go far  in astray

dumps the resources to the grave

emulates a dire consequence

indicates  an important reference

proclaims  subtly  at the  denouement

the unmindful  development

where arises the  unthoughtful  adjustments

lead to the complete annihilation of  movements

while the long associated seasons defer and differ

where drought and famine occur

with floods and Tsunami  take the toll

fire and storm across the poles

seal the fate of the earth to a drastic  mode

yet the earth survives all these with a smile

Alas! that is its  way and   accepted.code

Yes, Spring does arrive in time  more or less

less cherubic and  tamed in a bless

the grandeur is suppressed in a way

hope  the humility does not stay

as the intricacies and sophistication

synonym with Spring and its attractions

have left the season long before.spring

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exaltation. glow Poetry spring

Spring Arrives


it is a morning call

being the crows call

reluctant to wake up

go further down in a step

a snort and a snore  loud

could be heard  with a sound

the daily chores  are spring arrives so

as the rest come in a row.

Come winter  the snow sweeps

whisks through the breeze

the summer heralds a show

as activities go in a flow

the fall is wonderful

with colour changes in full

come spring with its glory

reminiscent of the hoary.

The advent of spring  in a bloom

dispels the long set gloom

the flowers break out in a blossom

like to hold them to the bosom

the trees bear fruits small and big

all but with no exception of a fig

the birds tweet and chirp with such melody

as they sit up  and sing with rhapsody.

The lovely season of all

spring beckons  a great call

the yellow tinge spreads all through

lightens up the valley with concepts true

the golden sunlight that passes in a flood

cheers up the face   with a new blood

it is an all round celebration sumptuous

release an exaltation not dubious

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bump jump nonsense. Poetry rhythm spring

Modern By Chance.


The dance I see

keeps me at sea

it is a diffidence

a  complete deviance

where traditions

have no introductions

rhythm breaks with hiccups

expression not in up

it is a dance yet

I go for a bet

it is a jump

exactly a bump

a spring above

a fall down

that is a dance

most modern  by chance

makes me fall into a trance.

not  in the right sense

as it seems to miss the cadence modern dance