The Leaves Are Singing Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

The pure and true leaves are singing in joy,
They have smelt the beautiful spring has arrived,
The great leaves are spontaneously dancing with the gentle breeze,
Their joy knows no bounds.
But you can not read the great season with your filthy mind and spirit,
It's an ignominy,
Ugly feelings have prevented you from enjoying the good and graceful things of nature;
See yourselves in the genuine mirror of the world,
It will be hard to believe for you
That you have been degenerated so much.