March 2 Comments

My city is awake with the smell of tender foliage... sweetly expressed. A very commendable piece of work!

A marvelous blossoming and truthful write. Spring, hope and love beautiful but brief. But love and hope do have lasting attributes. Alas! Not so with spring.

5 Srtars Full for your well captured poem. To my Favourites. I have truly enjoyed this marvelous poem.

Is Love like spring too? Beautiful but brief! Of course not, dear Poetess, Especially true love not. Other love kinds perhaps. Spring is indeed as you impressively mentioned: Beautiful but brief:

Indeed love is how we see it and you did that wonderfully. Amid all this splendor Is Love like spring too?

Lovely poem, great metaphors. I guess it depends on whether or not you have met the one. I met my one nearly 40 years ago and we still bicker. My bossy boss.

I liked the metaphor 'My city' used for your Heart, Superb poem, Welcome back dear Nosheen Ji.

Excellent poem! I like the way you express things.. keep it up!

I'm witnessing rebirth In the dead corners Of doubts Yet I wonder Amid all this splendor Is Love like spring too? Beautiful but brief! ----A splendid poem!