It will be springtime soon,
and tulips will be in bloom.
Fragrant roses in late noon,
will cast away the gloom.
Some kids play on streets,
while their mothers keep calling.
Fun and joy to them greets,
while dry leaves are falling.
In midday the sun on the rise,
and they in despair do retreat.
Some protest with hue 'n' cries,
and keep playing on the street.
Prasenjit©1997-2012
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