Year Is Getting Tired…
The yearly festival is over,
And the year is getting tired.
The cold winds will get power,
Till the next year’s blessings and showers.
The grass and the leaves very soon,
Will lose their colors and the glow.
Will mingle to the dust by harsh winds,
Love cannot expect things to be soft and kind.
If nature is so harsh on everything,
How could we always have a love song to sing?…
© 2012 Pimmi Nag