Come Spring, come again,
With the beautiful flower rain
Now brightly the sun will shine,
You will rise Nature’s mine
Cold wind will blow swiftly
And you will be honoured highly.
Come Spring, come again,
But now starts the Summer’s reign
We will miss you for many days
And the warmth of your morning rays
We implore you to come very soon
With the bright and shining moon.
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By Swetansu Mohapatra (Apr 1999)