The spring.

The spring.

The cooing of the cuckoo,the herbinger of spring,announces the begining of the spring.

The hanging fog withdraws its curtain,
for the clear vision of picturesque beauty.

The cold rigid wind becomes soft
which carries subtle,soft,floral fragrance.

The sun is ready to drive its chariot again after taking recess for a while.

The new born leaves remove,
the bashfulness of the naked trees.

Spring opens the colour palettes
and paints the earth with multiple colours.

Now the earth enjoys,
its own grandeur.