The Spring
Some time back SPRING had come
Though now I cannot recall, when.
Nor the joy or sorrow it evoked
Or the feelings rising in me then
Spring or autumn has no meaning
When the colors of life is fading
And you spend your time watching
The changing hues of the days passing.
Boredom overcast the mind
Memory slips, all left behind,
A certain time comes in life
That tears the heart, yields to strife.
The body and mind fail to hold
The glitter in you and all that was god.
Vegetating in a blank room
And wind criss-crossing through the window
As sole companion blowing away my annul
Lets me breathe away my mental shadows.
Gainful moments often slip away
Before I realize its worth sustaining life
And I know, I can not retrieve them now
But should I regret the moments lost, or
Hold on with hope, wait and not in vain!
------- By Jay-en
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