with the Spring bidding adieu
And the ground will never seem renewed
with the absence of jovial hues
And the trees will remind you of loneliness
with its every falling leaf
And the sun would seem more timid
holding back its usual rays ---
Though the roads would seem longer
as strangers pass on by
And the clock sounding unusually lazy
with it's slow ticks and tocks
And the wheels would carry on without you
spinning hastily fast
As the clouds gather above you
spreading it's gloomy sighs ---
Though everything seems to be
in hues of gray and black
And nothing you can say
will ever turn the time back
Stop and go back inside you
take in life with a deep breath
And with a blissful exhalation, say
"I am blessed!"

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