Repentence

I remember times when nights were like the elegant bride And days bright like your face and warm like your love When valleys echoed with the melody of cuckoo bird And snow clad mountains were head high with pride When on the blue sky the hue of rainbow clang When the red roses bloomed and butterfly danced When seas were serene and waterfalls sang The spring came with garlands of flowers in hand Then you parted company never to return. I remember those cruel moments of pain and anguish Tormented I was like out of water fish The sky of life overcast and dark and dreary turn My naïve heart turned into a desert of despair The event shattered me like a broken glass Life was bereft of all its charm and glare Yet I was breathing, I didn’t die, alas Repenting after all is lost, is of no avail Sorrows and grief always leave their trail The spring comes with garlands of flowers in hands Then on life the peril of autumn lands. September 19, 2015, Sintra, Portugal