Time To Backpack

As a Lotus-eater, I was lost in the merry land;

Yet, the time never misses its seasons,

The Autumn stole away greens and colors!

I remember it is time to begin the voyage,

Yet, as I am rarely on the happy halt;

I waited for the time to bring back the season,

The Winter starts to freeze -

All the leftover lives around me;

It is biting cold and piercing pain!

Voyager has neither time nor luxury

To choose longer halts and relationships.

Indeed, it took a decade for this halt!

Backpacking with the frozen memories

Of chirpy blossoms of the spring;

As the fragrant flavorsome flowers are far,

Journeying towards the land of betrayals,

Of sunny summer heat that burns lives;

Leaving breezy embraces of weather,

And warm cuddles of greenery...