Past is forgotten, present is forgiven.
Memories get aged, get ignored,
Dreams are born, get matured
And with every season new,
A magic is unveiled.
For the lengthier days,
I wait for the winter to pass by,
Never but dislike the non-harsh coldness.
I enjoy the yellow and mellow,
But not the dry browns.
And then, the clouds come down,
To bring in a soothing green.
When the soil is muddy and at times, awash,
Vanishes the tough and noisy monsoon,
Blessing with a lovely spring,
And it’s then I smile full-hearted.
(Like anything plantlike in Kerala.)
:) :) :)
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Let it rain on some days,ReplyDelete
let yourself shiver on some cold nights,
So when it's Spring you'll know why it was all worth going through.
Beautiful poem, Aiswarya :)ReplyDelete
Thank You Ravish!Delete
Such a beautiful work this is :)ReplyDelete
It's great to know that you enjoyed reading. :)Thank You!Delete
Thank You Vel!Delete
Lovely analogy to life!ReplyDelete
I think there's an analogous relationship between almost everything!Delete