I fell in love in the summer,
the blithe sun, 
the bohemian weather, 
the cool breeze, 
love was brimming in everything 
and I consumed all 

Then came spring, 
the flowers bloomed, 
the birds chirped, 
the trees flourished, 
but the love that was meant to blossomed 
depleted and got caught in the sphere of doubts and egotism

My love was tethered, 
probably it was not love, 
may be an innocuous attraction 
that the naive heart confused for love, 

And though now gone 
it left behind marks, pain and scars,
and no matter how much I thought otherwise 
it revisited more strongly than before, 

And in the hullabaloo fall came,
I looked at the flora without vegetation, 
the grey outlook was seldom an inspiration 
but not today, 
for I thought,
when the pine and the yews can shed of green leaves, 
why couldn’t I let go something 
that was never meant for me 
and hope for a renewed spring 
as I wave the past goodbye

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