I’ve been in pain for a long time now
from the unhealed wounds and fresh bruises.
Through the winters, summers and monsoons
and yet there has been no difference.
First came summer with all its warmth
only to find out it wouldn’t last long.
During monsoons I got drenched
from the downpour of thoughts that belonged to my head.
Autumn arrived with falling of yellow leaves
and so did my hopes to become part of the debris.
And the winter was cold and long
leaving me to spend it all in solitude.
One day I woke up to the flowers bloom
with colours everywhere and sweet perfume,
The spring is finally in the air
and with an unknown hope,
it’s time to end the despair.
~ Yaksha Swarupini