The snow it fell as the summer dawned,
and the birds flew south in the middle of June.
The leaves that proudly clad the trees,
fell down on the ground many months to soon.
All the rivers with vigour gushing by,
made way for the ice that slowed them down.
And the lonesome flower that hung on to life,
was a bride in white with a snow-clad gown.
And the breeze that used to stroke the skin,
gently with a softness and warmth of the sun,
laid to rest on top of a peak-less mountain,
singing songs of a life that could have begun.
So the story was told that had no beginning,
and the last page was read without an ending.
The snow still fell as the summer dawned,
and the broken hearted continued pretending.
12 comments:
What a gem!
Nice poem and all that. But I must say this I LOATHE SUMMER! I wish it was fecking(PP) cold all year through.
I must object! try living in sweden and suddenly summer is appealing...I wake up in the morning and it's dark outside...come back from work and it's dark outside... poor me. lol
nice subject.
well written.
warm and positive.
Does TAAS mean anything?
Thank you buj. You'd like to know lol
No it doesn't mean anything... :)
good poem, well delivered keep up the good work shaira, and i agree, when you live in a cold climate the summer is very welcome news.
Actually i have lived in a cold country where its 6 months summer and 6 winter.
I still maintain I love WINTER.
let's swap? You can move to sweden and I will move to the UAE. :-)
I'm willing to take you up on that offer shaira, havent seen cold in 4 years.
what are you waiting for? lol
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Mashallah you are a talented poet too. I wish I also had this skill of converting my emotions & observations into beautiful words. I really loved the last stanza(not sure whether they call it a stanza)
"So the story was told that had no beginning,
and the last page was read without an ending.
The snow still fell as the summer dawned,
and the broken hearted continued pretending."
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