Life you make yours
Can be as alone as summers.
No matter how much you rain
With clouds of happiness, it
always drains
You try to love and cherish
But all that good suddenly perish.
Sometimes such prayers go
unanswered
And those times make you
bothered.
Hope is that never dies.
Only the eyes that always cries.
You keep trying to warm
Your wintry heart
All that is left is the dried path
The withered leaves are like
Chapters of your life
When the summers are always
Alone as Moonless Night.
-5th June 2013
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