How will it be ?

Aah ! I wonder 

How will it be

when spring comes my way..

Frost shedding off the pines 
Clouds will not be grey ..

Warmth will wash off  
the layers of white

Along with sorrows

buried inside..

Aah ! I wonder 

How will it be

when spring comes my way..

Mist which hides me 
will descend down 

And i will forget

what is to mourn.

Aah ! I wonder 

How will it be

when spring comes my way..

Streams of ice 
will burst into water fall

The crater will be outnumbered by

fishes : red ,orange and yellow

diving in shades of blue.

Aah ! I wonder 

How will it be

when spring comes my way..

Dormant seeds will crack open 
embracing the rays

Swinging will be the winds

Land of grasses and hay.

Aah ! I wonder 

How will it be

when spring comes my way..

Birds will arrive 
and will the flies

to disrupt decades of

silence , solitude and sigh .

Aah ! I wonder 

How will it be

when spring comes my way..