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WHAT A SEASON!
The flowers did not bloom,
The lovers did not meet,
The tavern remained closed,
No drink was ever offered,
The nightingales didn't croon...
O poetic soul! O poor Naveed!
What has spring done for your need?
Without love, wine and garden,
What would you have gotten?
Indeed O Naveed!
Who can ever describe,
The season of spring,
That has passed you by,
As if you weren't there...
That has passed me by.
