Spring In India Poem by Santanu Banerjee

Sonnet No1
By Indranath

When India wakes beneath the touch of Spring,
The mustard fields bloom bright in yellow hues,
The koel's song, upon the breeze, takes wing,
While frangipani whispers soft with dews.

The northern plains, in golden splendor draped,
Sway gently as the southern petals rise,
And cool dawns into sunlit warmth is shaped,
As neem trees dance beneath the brightening skies.

But Spring, beyond its colours and its scent,
Reminds of life that blooms and grows, then fades.
A cycle spun in perfect, calm ascent
As winter's shadow melts, and new life flows.

So in this season's heart, we too are born.
Shedding old sorrows, waiting for the morn.