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Seasons of love....
(a new poem with Rashmi)

It was the summer with its flair.
But there was something hot in the air.
The cheeks were blushing red,
and the eyes were shining black.
Yes, there was something hot in the air.

It was the rain dancing with its zeal.
But there were drops trickling on my feet.
My smile was saying a thousand words.
Her eyes promised a whole new world.
Yes, there was something mysterious in the air.

Then seasons changed and autumn came,
But eyes which met now turned away.
Love that was shared now turned to pale.
Leaves of spring are only there,
To be blown away, with autumn here.
Yes, the eyes which met are now turned away.

Winters have now come and we have moved on.
Love now lost, only a chilling cold remains,
Why can not it be forever?
Why does it have to be this way?
My wet eyes have a story to say.
Yes, love is now lost, only a chilling cold remains.