Spring Is Coming Poem by Mohammad Younus

In a forlorn living room,
I'm sitting in the north-west corner;
This spring is cold and gloomy,
Worst I've ever suffered through,
I sip thin black salt tea,
Waiting for the murky days to pass,
Can I live until spring finally returns?
Unable to visit the rose-garden,
How can I chill out with friends?
Even withdrawal helps no longer,
Nothing left to do but compose poems
To hail the sages giving good news -
Spring is coming

Mykoul