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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Mora Piya Ghar Aaya (My Beloved Has Returned Home) Autumn: the leaves fell, as you left, a bleak chill wafting across the barren space within my being, you left, taking your smile and mine, my smile rests with you still, leaving a void impossible to fill. Winter: pangs of longing consumed me, my only company in the frigid nights, my tears remain frozen, within, unable to fall from my broken eyes, as I searched the depths of the cold, harsh skies. Spring: birds returned home, though you did not, and I felt soothing rebirth all around, memories of you began blazing, their embers stoked, and at last the tears rolled, like ink on this blank notebook, my whole being pined for you, my very self in anguish silently shook. Summer: alive I felt again, the promise of the coming cooling rain, easing the heat of desire, yet the furnace slowly raged inside, your absence tearing into me, shattering my nights, my longing for you soaring unfettered across the skies, dancing on clouds, blissfully free, Monsoons: heaven itself opened, the deluge an unending dream, rain falling all around, mingling with my flowing tears, and then I saw you, you returned, and I embraced you, never wishing to let you go, and though I may wear the mask of the clown, if you were to leave again, my very soul, would quietly slip away, and in the monsoon rains, I would gratefully drown.
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