Reluctant Writer
Reluctant Writer
Writes about fictitious reality.

You are my Spring ! 💚

You are my Spring ! 💚
Art by Author

Human poured boorishness,
Harsher than winter wind
Then, you came - As my Spring!

It is rightly said,
“If winter comes can Spring be far behind ?”

People emptied me,
Always took from me.
Only you were the one
to pour love into me.

Near and dear ones
Only heard.
Despite the distance,
You listened to me.

My world was washed in black,
I was soaking in blue,
Then you came - As my Yellow !

Callous summer burnt me
But your mellifluous voice,
Drizzled as gentle zephyr.

When storm came,
We sailed together
Through all ups and down.

We built our path
With faith and trust.
And drenched together
In rain of love.

They say, “Love comes quietly”.
And so did you.