As the spring commences, <br />Bidding adieu to the winter, <br />The air is full of ardour. <br />And, as I stroll through, <br />The boulevard, <br />The nature's party begins. <br /> <br />The music is, <br />The enchantanting notes of the cuckoo. <br />As the atmosphere they fill, <br />The other avians, <br />Give chorous with zeal. <br /> <br />And as I stroll along, <br />The flowers are around, <br />With colours and fragrances, <br />Making my imagination run wild. <br /> <br /> <br />The accasia to me appear, <br />Like, champagne, <br />Overflowing from a bottle. <br /> <br />The bottle-brush, <br />Like a gentleman, bowed, <br />Asking a lady for a dance. <br /> <br />The flame trees, <br />With their intense orange, <br />Are damsels, <br />Asserting their passion. <br /> <br />The champa, the chameli and the jasmine, <br />Are beauties pristene, <br />Dressed in elite white, <br />And are an olfactory delight. <br /> <br />The bogenvelia, <br />With arrey of colours, <br />Pink, yellow, red and white, <br />Are people dancing away without inhibitions. <br /> <br />For me this is an annual event, <br />For which, throughout the year <br />I eagerly wait.<br /><br />maitreyee joshi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-annual-event/
