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Spring
#SeasonMetaphor
The time when the wind whispers,
When the Nightingales chrips;
Its the Spring.
The time when the flower blossoms,
When, dry cold forest becomes green;
Its the Spring.
The time when the cold breeze touches,
When the cold winter becomes warmer;
Its Spring.
The time when the sun shines like fire,
When the delicious fruits gets famous;
Its Spring.
The time when the crops become adult,
When Days become taller than night;
Its Spring.
The time when animals wakes
To prevent laziness,
When the trees welcome brids home;
Its Spring.
The time when landscape comes to life,
When the rule of the cold winter end;
Its Spring.
_ Barnita Karmakar_
The time when the wind whispers,
When the Nightingales chrips;
Its the Spring.
The time when the flower blossoms,
When, dry cold forest becomes green;
Its the Spring.
The time when the cold breeze touches,
When the cold winter becomes warmer;
Its Spring.
The time when the sun shines like fire,
When the delicious fruits gets famous;
Its Spring.
The time when the crops become adult,
When Days become taller than night;
Its Spring.
The time when animals wakes
To prevent laziness,
When the trees welcome brids home;
Its Spring.
The time when landscape comes to life,
When the rule of the cold winter end;
Its Spring.
_ Barnita Karmakar_
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