Spring Cherries - A Poem

[Bijay Raut]

Spring Cherries

White Cherries are blooming, Wild birds are dancing, Green grass is shining, I ask them why they are so merry, They say, Come outside brother, Break the shackles of dead old habits, The tiresome chambers of cubicles, And empty hopes of vanity fairs, For spring has come, And time has come to shine and smile. -Bijay Raut, Spring 2009