Seasons

Written By: Varan Mann ( a Friend), Photography: Sandeep

Seasons have come and gone,

You are still in my heart…       

I love you in silence 

And I miss you secretly,    

It was summer,

Flowers were blooming,

Air was sweet, 

I met you; and to me

It was the perfect time to meet

Then came autumn,

The trees lost leaves,

I lost you, and you lost me,

Separation always hurts,

But it has a perfect time too
Through the autumn, survived my love,

Season is what they call “winter” now…

When the sun hides, flowers die, and it snows

It’s not the cold that freezes me inside

It’s the thought that by the time

the sun rises again this love would be forever dead…

Yet, this pleading reaches out to the time

The year is unfinished, my senses argue

There’s a sun for nascent lives that still needs to shine 

There’s still one of the four seasons left for me to love you 

My soul pleads let the spring come too,

Let the spring come too…