PARTING THROUGH SEASONS

Gone now, just run past me,
Zipped away like a frisbee,
The heat, the sweat, now all gone,
Somewhere a rain cloud seems to be born.

It will rain soon,
It will rain day and noon,
When the night sets in,
Memories will trouble within.

Oh! how I will miss it all,
I shall shout, Alas! noone will call,
But remember this thing my friend,
You shall remain till the end.

The night shall seem a lil older,
It shall now smell a lil different,
The day shall not bring that light again,
I shall have to wake to myself again.

It will be cold soon,
The nights would be longer then,
Time would have passed a little,
Alone with the coffee and the kettle.

Oh! how I will miss it all,
I shall shout, Alas! noone will call,
But remember this thing my friend,
You shall remain till the end.

V.V.VIKRAM