Abstract

Abstract

Its quite a bit of time, I saw the sun,

The chilly wind, and the autumn sung,

Caressing through your hair-locks, I could see

Life shone as bright as your glittering skin,

Sweet smelling wind, gushing past you,

Tingling me, mesmerizing me, hypnotizing me,

Hours and hours together, being with you,

Binding me, drugging me, addicting me,

I wished the time would stay still,

I wished the sand would not slid,

But the seasons rotate, leaves fall,

And so, the time did not stall,

Now its gloomier than I thought,

The winds have dried, the smoke has risen,

I said to myself,

Its done and dusted, don’t have a longing now,

I wonder when I would again see the autumn sun,

Therez still a beat here, the time won’t run,

There will be dawn, a hope of light,

By that time, you will be gone, again autumn will be bright!

Yet again winds will turn,

Till the time we burn,

You may think it would end with fire and gun,

But its just, Emptiness . . . .!