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Anuj Nair 

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                   " Winter is gone O ! let us turn

                    To our blessed native land "

                    Said the cuckoo in notes well known

                    And flew with her fellow band

                    People would seek, the birdie knew

                    As she is the harbinger

                    Of spring that comes anew

                    To undo the wrongs of winter.

                    Swallows accompanied
                    The swarming, Cuckoo
                    From further south where they tarried
                    And had their comforts too

O! the cooing of the cuckoo

Sweet and melodious

Thought the plants of the woods

And wanted to greet their friends.

Meadows, hedgerows and coppices

All in a hurry set forth

The buds and flowers- their babes

In colourful attires to show their worth.

At the margin of the wood

The primrose gaily stood

With his yellow flowers a little pale

Upheld in the cup of green leaves.

" A little scent I could spend "

Said the violet from a shady bank

And her five petaled brand

New flowers, poured the scent.

The wild Hyacinth in delicate blue

Rejoiced and to welcome the spring

Put her flower's leaves to form a blue

Bell, for the august moment to ring.

I must witness the rare scene

Thinks the Daisy , so serene

And gathers her flowers in a dish

As an offering of the Day's eye, a sweet kick.

The deep yellow daffodils

With their long pointed slender leaves

Like men with folded palms

Greeted the spring O ! a just relief.

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