Spring

Spring

When the winter lost
Away it's power,
When the clouds are done
With their shower;

When there is no leaf
Left on trees,
When everywhere left
Only peace;

Then appears the season
Of love and happiness,
Not because of revolution of earth
It is the nature's bless;

It came as a doctor
Before the month of June,
And cures everyone
Who is needed to be said,
“get well soon”;

In the hands of nature
This season is like a beautiful ring,
That is why 
It is known as spring.
                           -Lochan Chugh

Please Note, that i tried my best but still there is a chance of mistake and if you find any, please inform me by leaving a comment below.
     
8 February 2019;7:43pm

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