I can feel the fragrance of chocolates in the air,
The flowers blossoms, spreads the beauty everywhere.
The month is synonym with lots of love and care,
Be it human or birds, you see them flying in pair.
Rosses in my garden blossoms fresh as new,
The petals are beautified with the drops of dew,
In the skies high, the rainbow of the birds flew,
The mind, the soul gets serenity from this very view.
But the time passes quickly without giving me a reason,
All the smell my flowers have spread is dusted and done,
We lost all the beauty they added to my garden,
All my roses are gone with just the change in season.
All the dead petals will themselves decay,
All my bad emotions may come & sway,
As I realise that the bad time will pass away,
Good days will come, everything will be okay.