Season of Love..


Cold winter biting, 
Hot of summer and 
Golden glitter of sun,
Full mud and dirt from rain.

Winter has gone,
And the season of love,
Spring offers great pleasure,
Days are
Neither cold nor hot.

Nature looks charming,
Bees started humming,
And she stopped hunting,
For the never exist love,
She started loving,
Fending & Mending herself,

Once she was lost,
And from the chaos,
She started finding herself,
She learned that love doesn’t mean leaning,
And company doesn’t mean security,
And presents are not promises,
And she started living with the grace of woman.
And not the grief of child.

And she started Loving herself,
Season of king,
Made her to his queen
And she started loving herself.


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