My heart gets a shake, <br />oh, my love comes back! ! <br />and wants to spread, <br />under spring's shed. <br />To get back the earlier sense, <br />I need to be mingled with its fragrance, <br />yes, the fragrance! ! ... <br />by that, I shall have its influence, <br />and my love will stand sharply <br />in front of eyes of my mistress, <br />but not a further pretense. <br />Standing at the edge of city street, <br />I am to perceive her sweet percept; <br />still splendid is her face! <br />let it grow under spring's shed.<br /><br />BIBHAKAR DUTTA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spring-s-shed/
