THIS SPRING NEVER ENDS !
Today I’m like the spring season
Somewhere the cuckoo cries alone
As the spring never ends
Though much pain in my life
I’m a river of tears flowing ahead
You’re the lily of my awful night
The sky cries out for the sun
In the dense rainy night
I’m alone weeping for your hand
I have lost my own destination
The cuckoo cries nonstop and
The spring does dominate again.
©®Dr.Prasana Kumar Dalai@India.
