Souls Of Seasons
Souls Of Seasons2 mins 379 2 mins 379
The new dawn rise,
Leaves turn yellow and green,
To welcome the queen.
The spring makes leaves sprout with joy.
A childlike frolicking, flickering for.
The parks are full of men and women running here and there.
Gathering the spirits of fun and fare.
The sprout grows tall, strong and slender.
Summer is here as the maiden ponder.
Books are her friends her life is a wonder.
Wrapped in her joy, she’s chirpy and coy.
Droopy drops cling on the leaves,
and dreary decisions rush in the innocent weaves.
Leaves bid goodbye to one another….happy and sad not to bother.
She is with her love…
In her own four walls, wrangled in duties to her own relations
And compromises with her own dreams.......
Time plays its tune without ceasing.
Bound to shed the withered and has the new bearings.
Yet wrinkled eyes await a new sunrise.
She has lived a life for everyone but her own wise.
The leaves are gone,
Trees are falling,
Oh! Her pier is lighted.
She is alone lying.
No one to protect her,
No one to heal her,
No one to fulfill her dreams...
Facing destiny all alone!!!!!!
The world won’t stop for her
There is again new dawn and a new doom without mourning a second.....