I was taking a stroll from work back to home, one fine evening, when I noticed how much the season had changed. The fields which were white with knee deep snow a couple of weeks back were now dull green; the pathways which I got so much accustomed to seeing with muddy footprints of unknown travelers had lost its enigmatic self; the trees which were at death’s door were suddenly springing back to life as if by magic, the early flowers were a beautiful offering from the neighboring bare bushes; nature was countering herself in every possible way as if to prove a point!
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The First Time
When sweet little petals,
Can’t wait to cushion your feet;
When the ever beautiful moon,
Looses herself in your dark hair;
When roses and sandalwood forget their presence,
In your heavenly fragrance;
When the rays of sunlight try desperately,
To look into your unfathomable eyes;