Blossoms Close to Me!
Branches have all was clothes of flowers,
Within the air, there’s a blooming scent of spring,
The perfume of the earth
Appears to be going loopy,
The herald of spring
Brings forth floods of pleasure,
In the direction of me, it approaches,
And I’m stuffed with weariness and welcoming,
The power of life lifts the ache of autumn from my soul,
The weary coronary heart lays out the path…
As if witnessing
The unfolding of a brand new bud of pleasure.
Azra Mughal