What Made Her Change? She Was No Season
A Aniruddha Pathak
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Her smile looked like a beacon of high grace,
Her golden heart showed up on her warm face
That made me always feel I was at home,
Her goodbye said I am always welcome.
It remained so whenever I went there—
A welcome guest under a warm sunshine—
Whatso in life the weather— dull or fine,
The welcome was conditioned for fair air.
Her smile felt fresher more than day's sunrise
That made me felt like visiting again,
Which, I did just to see her smiling eyes
That gave me no hints of impending strain.
I know, weathers change with a changing sun,
But what made her change? She was no season.
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Sonnets | 01.01.12 |
Topic: love, change
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