This Season

The sides beside me

are empty

but who says I am alone

just look at the trees

From a tired heart 

my attention gets caught by the season

And I sigh then, smile without any reason

Right left right left, 

she falls in front of me

the leaf,allowing me to admire her journey.

Later, seasons of talking to the sky, 

she has befriended the sand, sea beneath  

See, No ego-body politic in her ever leap.

The grass so green, 

though she has no sign of dust 

to make my eyes glittering,

a lovely blush is enough for me. 

I wish, I can meet and play with her, 

but then the people around her wouldn't seek her

The breeze says that in my ears

the cold wind wailing wrapped in a warm tale

kisses my cheek,plays with my ponytail, 

trying to untangle it so easily

I feel like that's a wonderful bequest this season has

given me.

edited by : Yo! Yo! Rahul Ashok