The Broken Spring
Master V. Durgadas
Lying in the bed
With my broken leg
Spring came outside
With a lot of joy for all
The vivid canvas which
I can see through the
window
Might’ve been painted by
The spring moon yesterday
There are birds chirping
and jumping
From branch to branch
In the bright colourful
morning
Which now just bloomed off
With diverse hues
Taken from the rainbow at
the horizon
But I am in the house with
my broken leg
I saw butterflies around
The flowers for the nectar
Every one enjoying the spring
By playing and chattering
each other
But only thing I could do
is
To enjoy through the window
The beautiful blue sky
Filled hope in my eyes
And the calming breeze
consoled
For every one it is a
fabulous spring
But for me, it’s a broken
spring.
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