Soft is every blade of grasses on soil
Cute is every mole and hill;
Love flies here at this romantic time
Singing the most thrilling rhyme,
Seeing here this nature
Anyone can draw its features;
Flowers will help them
With beauty and fragrance,
Bees and butterflies will attract them
To taste nectar and multi colors;
Birds will sing for them
Sweetly without any chorus,
West wind will enchant them
Randomly blowing in spring tunes;
Green and golden fields will soften them
Hoping for enough crops,
And watching the folks interesting
At late spring early harvesting;
Village boys and girls will meet them
With the chains of bakul flowers,
And smilingly will propose them
To taste half ripe spring blueberries;
They will also invite them
Arranging some spring ceremonies,
Being so close friends
Offering delicious homemade food;
In spring every year I come here
Where my roots call me, ‘come dear’
To observe, taste and hear
It is spring, all good unite together.
Copyright © Muzahidul Reza │4 March,2018