"LOST SPRING" by MONA JHA

Spring of my life has lost it’s bliss  

It misses your tender touch and soft, delicate kiss

Flowers of happiness have all faded away  

Reason of my joy is now buried in clay

We often walked together among the silent trees  

Now you just pass by me only with cold breeze

Birds sing in sweet murmur, roses keep their color red  

But no one is there to comfort me, no one to hug mewhen I am afraid

Mona Jha