I cannot write about Spring.
Spring never came.
I bought it
bottled in pots with blooming dahlias and big, big flowers
(what are they called?)
But it never came.
The bottles
after their expiry date
withered.
I remember the summers
the winters
and the autumns
(especially the autumns)
But Spring?
It never came.
Spring never came.
I bought it
bottled in pots with blooming dahlias and big, big flowers
(what are they called?)
But it never came.
The bottles
after their expiry date
withered.
I remember the summers
the winters
and the autumns
(especially the autumns)
But Spring?
It never came.
Another awesome poem. Sometimes hope is just not enough ad at time one gives it up.
ReplyDeleteVandana ji: :) Thank you!!
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