Springtime

The season of impassioned woe is melting

The cold waves, heaps of soulful snows the icicles...all receding and facing fireplace ...after long toil to accord warm this engrossed in napping

Sun's rays putting an end to the state of dormancy difficult and different times are changing life is getting ready to sprout from debris embrace a new morn

And bloom like a tender leaf

For, the most awaited springtime is landing with an entourage to evoke mirth 

Suffuse rollicking scenes elbow out gnawing feelings for, life is a game of change.

Revolves like a wheel 

In the hands of providence, nothing is permanent not happiness nor sorrow

Every phase per se is rewarding.