Oh dearest seasons,
This time when you come again,
Please bring some hope and strength.
Last fall of snow has gone,
But my happiness isn't on my doorway yet.
It's ok, I won't ask for happiness,
But the anxiety hadn't gone yet.
Last fall of autumn leaves has gone,
But the emptiness within hadn't been filled yet.
It's ok, I won't ask for this emptiness to be fulfilled,
Instead, I wanted to get release from this prison of emptiness.
Last rain of monsoon has gone,
But my tears hadn't been dried yet.
They keep falling like the rain.
I won't ask to stop the tears,
But let the ache in my chest be at ease.
The last dried wind of summer had gone,
But my clothes wet in the blood and sweat
Hadn't been dried yet.
It's ok, I won't ask for more,
But at least just provide me some hope
In this exchange of my blood and sweat.
Oh dearest seasons,
This time when you come again,
Please bring some hope and strength.
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Tales Of Hopeless Romantics: Imperfect Poetic Journey Of Love And Life
Poetry"My love was as cruel as my nightmares, and it was as beautiful as my daydream, which never dare to turn itself into reality, neither did it ever ended like a daydream, the agony kept hanging me like that of half hope, the hope kept hanging me like...
