The color and luster were there earlier,
In the garden of the spring; but,
They were not affecting
The flight of my imagination.
The cold breeze used to blow,
From the core of the hills; but,
My heart was not vibrating,
In its
sensational touch.
The moon was scattering its splendor
From the courtyard of the sky; but,
The beam was not igniting
The cords of my emotions.
The cuckoo used to practice melody,
On the
branches of mango trees; but,
For me it was nothing more than,
The natural twitter of a bird.
I find behavioral changes in me these days,
That I think you do have their answers.
Tell me, why flowers of the spring
Are tempting my emotions nowadays?
Why is the cool gust thrilling,
My body and soul these days?
Why is the moonlit titillating,
My heart as
is touches me?
Why is the cuckoo singing,
In a romantic tone these days?
Are all these happening,
Due to your arrival in my life?
Am I passing through,
The heavenly corridor called love?
lovely.
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