Dear Spring Poem by Shaunak Chakraborty

Dear Spring



My dear spring
comes every year,
gives a pleasant surprise
Oh! my dear.

Talking to the air
touches my heart,
we are also enjoying
says my white shirt.

When you come to me
my sadness gone,
you touch my body
my joy is on.

It's now summer
Oh! my dear,
meet me for sure
on the next year.

Saturday, April 13, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: rhyme,rhyme royal
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