Wasted Spring

Wasted Spring short poem

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Walking bare footed on the turf of past
With an unusual nonchalance for the changing season,
Spring’s music echoed and died away so fast,
But no songs or laments did reach this garden.
Sweet fragrance of ripe fruits went unnoticed
Wind wandered around with unheard whispers
And the thunderstorms above just stared, troubled,
Birds held their tongues fearing impolite answers
With foggy vision I looked above at the sky
The welcoming rainbow’s smile
But couldn’t return the gesture, why?
I wonder till this while.

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Muhammad Khalid Khan

A beautiful poem on wasted spring. Nostalgic feelings expressed in an appropriate manner.But still hope prevails in the welcoming rainbow’s smile.It really touched my heart.
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Dominic James

That’s a lovely opening:
Walking bare footed on the turf of past
With an unusual nonchalance…


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