Sunday Poems By Tapas Dey
Vernal rejoice
Winter is gone unperceived
but a caring touch of cold
still in the air.
Rest is covering or baring,
a good freakish play.
Through my fanciful window
caught in the eyes of a poet ,
full of excessive delight out side,
nature is in fancy fair,
everywhere festler wind,
trees and plants with exuberant
foliage
and joys of colourful blossoms
in the vernal touch
seem to be frisky festival of the
day.
Oh God,
my rejoice knows no bound,
I’m in love again.
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