Seasons
Steep are the choices that I face,
One look at them and I grimace.
Spring beckons me with its peppy blooms,
Autumn stares back with its wilts and glooms,
Rain drizzles down, dulcet and mello,
Summer says hi with flary halo,
Is it the winter with its cold influence,
and brings all loved ones in confluence.
Or is it the prosaic days,
which merge in one and it's hard to say.
I'd say it's the company which cut ice
A bad person and all days I despise.
With the right one by side, I acme
even in autumn and winter spree.
So long as you stay with me,
The weather is all heavenly.
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RUH: The Silvered Soul
PoetryFEATURED on @AmbassadorsIN Poetry is prose, in concise and in disguise. This book contains my poetry collection, poems I wrote when motivation hit and it's something I really wanted to try my hand at for a long time, and finally god has blessed me w...
