Spring
Duvet was pushed aside
In sleep.
I opened my eyes.
The blowing wind
Pushed open the window.
Carrying sudden warmth
The morning sun peeped in.
The nature's joy of escaping from sluggishness
Saw in bloomed Poinciana.
It's springtime.
poem by Kingshuk Chakraborty
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