Lifts up the fragrance of the upcoming joys.....

Will merrily bring some unknown faces into sight....

Along with the fun and frolic of little girls and boys.....;

The little angels of the Reddish path..

Are paving a way towards their bath...

The blueberry in the sideway tracks.

Seemed as if flowers bundled in sacks....

The lush green trees of the village Brown...

Has the hill tops upon it,as a crown..

Upon the wavy navy blue Brook...

Lies the coconut trees at the back of thatched roof.....

The smell of rosemary,the co lour of Rainbow....

Is the Bringer of new hopes and Aspirations as if heaped in a row....

The grandfathers and fathers upon a juted bed...

Who are crying and giggling for their "bread"

Are waiting for another BRIGHT SPRING...

Which will again bind their hopes with a String....