Sunday, March 15, 2020

SPRING - by Monifa Ahmed, Pakistan


by   Monifa Ahmed,  Pakistan

I heard a thousand blended notes,
While in a grove I sat, reclined,
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts
Bring sad thoughts to the mind.

Through kinds of yellow rose tufts,
in that green bowers,
The periwinkle trailed its wreaths;
And 'tis my faith that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes.

The birds around me hopped and played,
Their thoughts I can't measure;-
But the least motion which they made,
It seemed a thrill of pleasure.

The budding twings spread out their fan,
To catch the breezy air;
And I must think, do all I can,
That there was cool layers.