It’s the arrival of spring,
And I’ve failed to hold none of their strings.
I kept acting the theatre,
But I saw they all fled like a deviator.
Amidst the storms and leaf’s untold stories,
Nature waits and blooms with glories.
It’s 21st March, the arrival of spring,
And I get into season of 16. Tonnes of betrayals faced to face,
May I stand by and smile with grace.
My failed attempts to cling to the string,
Their ichor spread the cosmos beyond bring.
They were never mine to keep, Like a wilted flower for a tree to keep.
It’s the arrival of spring,
It’s to love and give time to absorb our being.
About the author
Priyangshu is a mental health speaker and a keen enthusiast of classical literature who speaks for the deprived. He expresses his thoughts and expressions through his poems, quotes, art, etc. His writings explore the human sentiments of love, hate, hope, and loss.