Two for April

It is spring in the northern hemisphere. A post by Ramarao Kanneganti brings back these lines:

"APRIL is the cruellest month, ....,,
mixing
Memory and desire, "  And from Mahe Jabeen for any season "అతనెప్పుడూ అంతే ఒంటరిగా రమ్మంటే వసంతాన్ని వెంట తెస్తాడు" Which roughly translates "He is always like this. I keep asking him to come alone but he brings spring along" The second poem with translation here