The show is over,
Spring is on its way out,
Going away with its luggage
Of withered flowers.
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very nice poem mam. going away with its luggage. i just loved the line....
Seasons, like the shades of our life, keep on changing. So, we must not lose hope when a season of our liking is on the wane and a new season is about to take over. Let this philosophy guide us throughout our lives. Thanks for sharing the poem, Jasbir ji. For each season Has its own colors & flavors...
Beautiful rendition of words to utmost justice. A pleasing write-up. Thanks for sharing.