(13 Oct / Sainkul, Anandapur, Odisha, India)

Seasons Of Love 2

Seasons have changed.

Though their names
Unaltered as before,
They never smell alike,
Nor do they speak nor sing alike,
While you were here.

The summer sums up
My moments of loneliness.

The rains wash away
My memories dusted anywhere.

The autumn summons me-
My timeline needs a renewal!

The winter fosters in me
My remaining leaves be shed.

The spring fingers on
My tired strings of heart.

The dew that took you away,
My world of tenderness to dart! !

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Comments (6)

nice poem sir, i enjoy this poem, thanks for sharing in lovely poem.
The summer sums up My moments of loneliness. The rains wash away My memories dusted anywhere. The autumn summons me- My timeline needs a renewal! The winter fosters in me My remaining leaves be shed. The spring fingers on My tired strings of heart. The dew that took you away, My world of tenderness to dart! ! It's a lyricall comparison about the seasons Thank you for sharing this poem 10++++++++++
They never smell alike! ! Nice piece of work.
The summer sums up My moments of loneliness. The rains wash away My memories dusted anywhere. The autumn summons me- My timeline needs a renewal! The winter fosters in me My remaining leaves be shed. The spring fingers on My tired strings of heart. The concept as well as the world of love you paint through your words is amazing. Love to award 10 for the poem. Sanjukta
The summer sums up My moments of loneliness. The rains wash away My memories dusted anywhere. The autumn summons me- My timeline needs a renewal! The winter fosters in me My remaining leaves be shed. The spring fingers on My tired strings of heart. All the seasons together. Love it.
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