March Poem by Vishnu Pandit

A dream come true,
For the soul so longing & lingering;
Colours embellish a tender smile,
Delighted eyes gloating gleaming.
Furtive March O! Friend, Your
Joyous colours piercing praying;
In amity deeds & divine, yet
This heart seeking, straying.

In a ball or tempest,
Mindful mind pinching, paining;
But with Love, this life & creations,
In concert swaying singing.
Resplendent flora an angel delivering
Wishes, seducing sentencing;
Cradle of life, a caress of breeze
Past the chin; setting stirring.