Like morning raaga, it fills the heart
That kiss of sun, sparkling on the shoulder 
Like the golden mischief that glints in your eyes 
Like a gypsies magic, it spells all around 
A little bit of honey and a lot of dew 
A waif of air that carries folklore 
The rustic elegance and the high heels of sophistication 
Mysterious allure, and a mystic appeal. 
Hidden beneath a layer of mist. 
Spring is there in every step


