The sun comes out with a vengeance
Like it has serious business to do
The weary traveller winter bids adieu
Like it has to go hibernate to renew

Spring here is always such a trickster
Full of promises it never keeps
It only makes a cameo appearance
Its role limited to moving in leaps

The festival of colours* gone not long ago
We all knew summer was in the offing
Two days of springy hope we were given
Before being backstabbed while we were still basking

*Festival of colours called Holi is a day we celebrate here in India (in Nepal too) to mark the arrival of spring and end of winter, among many other significances. It lasts for a night and a day, starting somewhere between the end of February and the middle of March in theĀ Gregorian calendar. Source: Wikipedia.