In the middle of a chilly spring night

He sat on a table and penned down the tale

Of a girl displeased with this season

Of blooming roses and ringing bells


Spring came with promises of intimacy

And showed her dreams full of tenderness

But Spring was wicked and despaired her every year

For those ringing bells were naught but noises


And the roses were nothing but softened thorns

The words hurt Him in the same way as He wrote them

Because little did She know

That both of them had the same gospel to tell


-Piyush Barskar

IIT ISM Dhanbad

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