Yes, I do know and, I'm very sure
You want me not, no anymore
Can you be a little patient,and
Shall we wait for a New Season?
Then we might fall apart
And walk a different path
Will you talk to me for a while?
And, let me hear your Last Smile
The Last Blush of your cheek
That makes my knees go weak
Still how can I make you stay here?
Feelings furled and nothing I bear
But, this is no good time to drift away
For searing summer season is on its way
Parched lips and cracked surface beneath
A glint of love and a drop of mist to breathe
The Girl flaunts her nut-brown tan to her friend
Soil thrust its chest oozing with love to attend
Won't you be the last thunder shower?
Quench and spell cool the blood flower?
Autumn might soothe, enliven the dying blossom,
And bring some respite to burning heaving bosom
Falling leaves emulate forsaken love billow
Wish to be left naked as a weeping willow?
Winter coldly shouldering howling winds and snow
Will it be able to endure the burden of Icy teary woe?
No, no, no, trust me it won't…
They can't ever and they don't…
Poets shall wait for the season of romance to arrive
When the beautiful nature's tender buds fondly revive
Cheerful chirpy songs of spring birds freshen the withered air
It's the time for love to flourish wildly, can you even forswear?
Love is no less than the holly, always red, prickly yet evergreen
New Season needs callous inception, where love shall demean
Still if your efforts to slay the love go in vain
Wait for the day when I shall feel no more pain
You will be an achiever, a loveless winner, a warrior buoyant
Isn't defeating love and finding New Season, a triumphant?