TURN BACK THE CLOCK

Like the arc of sun shifting toward north,

You shifted to your sybaritic world forth...

When will you understand nothing is kept there,

Only those mirage of fire blazing you entire ...

Just as the world accepts changes of spring vernal equinox,

Please Cross the equator of dither for me because...

Wake up from those hibernating thoughts of your own,

And just tilt with me toward the warmness of sun...

Like the autumn in the north i want no more chill,

It's mere Warmth of the spring all i need to feel.. 

Leaving all hesitation of being scorned down,

Hope you should bloom with me like the tulip buds yawn...