Spring Magic Ii Poem by Saroj Padhi

Spring has kidnapped my poor soul
into a garden of love where mad is the wind
serenading songs into ears of flowers
with kisses and hugs from close behind;

Where trees touch you with hands unseen
to clean the smudges from your tainted soul
in shivers of wind fanned by wings of birds
that sweep across with corn in beaks to goal;

where in wee hours birds rub each other's beaks
as they perch on tops of tall, towering trees
when the scent of earth like clouds of cotton
wafts in, wetting wings of a cool light breeze;

where love walks on soft grass of memory
like a snow white bird treading land of dream
eluding awhile, then inviting in words flowery
to bedeck her hair with blossoms that gleam;

everyone enjoys a date with time that heals
charged is the air with such feel that thrills.