Spring Time Revelries

Spring  Time Revelries prose poem

Uploaded by Dr.Indu Nautiyal


Hail to you o gracious guest
The most awaited and cherished
Alighting majestically onto the earth
With splendid ceremony of a real king
Whose eventful advent does signal
A fast retreat of the winter chill
That has been rather unkind indeed
With freezing snow and piercing wind
And truly its atrocious ways
Could be borne with rare patience
Just by virtue of the deep set faith
That you’ll be following close on heels ..
And will arrive duly on time
To announce the farewell to winter spell
And the bitter cold will soon give way
To cozy warmth and bright sunny days
With child like wonder I wait and watch
the good earth rising up with cheer
As if from a slumber long and deep
Wearing a fresh look bright and fair
Around me I can see and hear
Birds of varied colors and sound
Singing with glee in their joyous flight
Or hopping about in playful delight .
The koel’s musical notes come floating
From far off mango groves in blossom
And whiffs of fragrance amply loaded
Ride on the wings of warm spring air
The snow hit pallid landscape too
Is now abuzz with life and cheer
With grass and creepers , plants and flowers
Insects and butterflies of myriad colors .
The laborious bees are busy as ever
In gathering nectar from friendly flowers
Material that they need to make
Honey for themselves and for others .
Joy abounds on the earth and skies
Nature smiles and at her behest
Celebration of life and creation goes on
Leaving behind past loss and regrets
All these shows of avid ebullience
Are sure signs of your blessed presence
Manifested in the world of living
And even in the sphere of inanimate things .
Hence hearty welcome to your royal visit
Though on a brief sojourn you are here
Pray , extend your stay for a little more time
Adding to the bliss that your presence ensures .

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Dr.Indu Nautiyal

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I have been a teacher for about four decades ,but even more than that , a student and learner all along --literature being my favourite subject with special love for poetry , a trait I seem to have inherited from my father,who was a very good poet ,it was he that instilled in me a deep love for poetry early in childhood . Starting as a science student ,I shifted to literature after graduation and and worked on Emily Dickinson's poetry for Doctoral degree. I don't claim to be a poet ,but do admit my inherent love for poetic utterances as and when I find them and sometimes feel inspired to give vent to my own emotions in words that seem to convey them .Honestly it happens quite effortlessly and also leaves me with an immense satisfaction .If it can be termed poetry ,all the more rewarding. .
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