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Unless a tree has borne blossoms in spring,
you will vainly look for fruit on it in autumn.
April rain is here again;
Hear it pitter, pitter, patter,
On the leaves and on the trees,
See it spitter, spitter, spatter.
Rain, oh rain, dont go away
We need you for flowrs in May;
Drip, drip, drop and do not stop,
Send a little rain our way.

Submitted by: Shourya
Place: Khargpur, India
When March goes on forever,
And Aprils twice as long,
Who gives a damn if spring has come,
As long as winters gone.

Submitted by: Rachit
Place: JM Road, Pune
This I saw on an April day:
Warm rain spilt from a sun-lined cloud,
A sky-flung wave of gold at evening,
And a cock pheasant treading a dusty path
Shy and proud.
And this I found in an April field:
A new white calf in the sun at noon,
A flash of blue in a cool moss bank,
And tips of tulips promising flowers
To a blue-winged loon.

Submitted by: Namit
Place: Mumbai, India
Hail in the Spring, a start of new beginnings.
Creativity awe-inspiring gives a reason to be living.
Plant life showing life anew, a wonder to be found.
New born lambs playing in the fields, birds nesting all around
People enjoying the sun and the warmth, feeling good to be alive.
Spring gives a purpose to our lives, a touch of Paradise.

Submitted by: Pratyush
Place: Kolkata, India
I smile, of course,
And go on drinking tea,
Yet with these April sunsets, that somehow recall
My buried life, and Paris in the Spring,
I feel immeasurably at peace, and find the world
To be wonderful and youthful, after all.

Submitted by: Anika
Place: Veerangana Nagar, Kanpur Road
Daisies smell-less, yet most quaint,
And sweet thyme true,
Primrose, first born child of Ver,
Merry Spring-times harbinger.

Submitted by: Aarju
Place: Kalinga Ashok, Bhubaneswar
April is no month for burials.

Submitted by: Viraj
Place: Bulandshahr
Tis spring; come out to ramble
The hilly brakes around,
For under thorn and bramble
About the hollow ground
The primroses are found.
And theres the windflower chilly
With all the winds at play,
And theres the Lenten lily
That has not long to stay
And dies on Easter day.

Submitted by: Tejas
Place: Kanpur
That age is best which is the first
When youth and blood are warmer

Submitted by: Simar
Place: Patna City, Bihar
Tis the noon of the spring-time,
Yet never a bird In the wind-shaked elm or the maple is heard;
For green meadow-grasses wide levels of snow,
And blowing of drifts where the crocus should blow;
Where wind-flower and violet, amber and white;
The frosty flake eddies, the ice crystal shoots;
And, longing for light, under wind-driven heaps,
Unkissed of the sunshine, unbaptized of showers,
With buds scarcely swelled, which should burst into flowers!

Submitted by: Shainon
Place: Mahape, Mumbai
You can always tell its April
By the sound of falling rain
That mystic, mournful music
As it trickles down the drain.
Were told we should be thankful
For the kiss of April showers
As it washes all the grass clean
And prepares the soil for flowers.
Theres another side to April
Which doesnt bode us good,
When that mini, manic maelstrom
Turns the lawn to liquid mud.

Submitted by: Krish
Place: Mumbai, India
The promise of these fragrant flowers,
The fruit that neath these blossoms lies
Once hung, they say, in Edens bowers,
And tempted Eve in Paradise.
O fairest daughter of Eves blood,
Lest her misprision thine should be,
Ive nipped temptation in the bud
And send this snowy spray to thee.

Submitted by: Prince
Place: Gaziabad
In April, we cannot see sunflowers in France,
so we might say the sunflowers do not exist.
But the local farmers have already planted thousands of seeds,
and when they look at the bare hills, they may be able to see the sunflowers already.
The sunflowers are there.
They lack only the conditions of sun, heat, rain and July.
Just because we cannot see them does not mean that they do not exist.

Submitted by: Krishu
Place: Lahore, Pakistan
For lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
the flowers appear on the earth;
the time of the singing of birds is come,
and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.

Submitted by: Haashir
Place: Kanpur
All the wild sweetness of the flower
Tangled against the wall.
It was that magic, silent hour....
The branches grew so tall
They twined themselves into a bower.
The sun shown ... and the fall
Of yellow blossom on the grass!
You feel that golden rain?
Both of you could not hold, alas,
(both of you tried, in vain)
A memory, stranger. So I pass....
It will not come again.

Submitted by: Dhriti
Place: Veerangana Nagar, Kanpur Road
In many ways April is a kind of down time,
shoulder season, off-peak, a kind of gray zone
between the big winter events and the promise of summer.
So perhaps it is the crocuses, the slightly warmer days,
the lengthening hours of light that makes April also about poetry.
Popularly conceived of as off-peak, the practice of poetry seems
to fit in with the promise of the season.

Submitted by: Aditi
Place: JM Road, Pune
Dirty days hath September
April June and November
From January up to May
The rain it raineth every day
All the rest have thirty-one
Without a blessed gleam of sun
And if any of them had two-and-thirty
Theyd be just as wet and twice as dirty.

Submitted by: Anveesha
Place: Mumbai, India
The years at spring
And days at the morn;
Mornings at seven;
The hill sidess dew-pearled;
The larks on the wing;
The snails on the thorn;
Gods in his heaven -
Alls right with the world!

Submitted by: Ansh
Place: Lahore, Pakistan
How many million Aprils came
before I ever knew
how white a cherry bough could be,
a bed of squills, how blue
And many a dancing April
when life is done with me,
will lift the blue flame of the flower
and the white flame of the tree
Oh burn me with your beauty then,
oh hurt me tree and flower,
lest in the end death try to take
even this glistening hour...

Submitted by: Atulya
Place: Patna City, Bihar
No Winter lasts forever, no Spring skips its turn.
April is a promise that May is bound to keep, and we know it.

Submitted by: Daniel
Place: Krishna Nagar, Lucknow
give lusty cheers
when spring appears
when spring appears.
Buds and seeds
prick up their ears
and blades of grass
show eager spears.
And only icicles
weep tears
when spring appears
when spring appears.

Submitted by: Faraz
Place: Kalinga Ashok, Bhubaneswar
Spring has again returned.
The Earth is like a child that knows many poems.
Many, O so many. For the hardship
of such long learning she receives the prize.
Strict was her teacher.
The white in the old mans beard pleases us.
Now, what to call green, to call blue,
we dare to ask: She knows, She knows!

Submitted by: Hriyansh
Place: Kanpur

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