In The Land Of Seasons Poem by Sameena Ahmad

The starry sky comes to console the parched land.
Where I seldom ever perceive any green hue,
Where mirrors of mirage appear to greet you.
So, be grateful for the inwardness that rarely manifests.
Some realities can be resisted or forgotten for a while.
Any escape possible? At this point, how will you decide?

After a lengthy hiatus from this fantastical world of reality,
It is eerie, and my head feels foggy.
Little drops of hard work and the whims of an ocean...
Springtime showers are so fleeting!
Fading,
In the land of seasons, autumn is approaching.