My love is blessed…

Oh so much, I am too blessed for
Loving my whole exictence,
Because I feel in my all parts as Chinar‘s persistence.
When I open my arms ,
I can feel the beauty of fragrant flowers, coming to me with fragrant my love.
When I spread my gwhite Aanchal(a long scarf),
All the red leaves of Chinar fall down and make an embroidery with red thread as Angel.
Spring  tells me to stop, to see how the snow falls on mountains,
Rainy days show me the silky touch on face as I feel myself a fountain.
Autumn is my ever lasting friend for giving my heart a smooth feeling by giving reddish leaves of amor,
That time I feel myself very lucky and not having any longing more.

The season of winter when all Chinars are naked without leaves, shiver from freezing cold,
That time the snow tries to flame for giving warm with blanket of snow and light up a flame as rituals old.
With them I enjoy all seasons there and try to weave a blanket of snow,
With melting Marino wool and fur wearing which all their faces glow.
At last they are the symbol of my immortal love about which my God knows,
Has anybody thought about love which is mirror of lovely universe.
I love this season because here in every cults of snow is hidden my love’s flame like a continuous enlightend  candle far from the world’s sight,
Since centuries, this wait for me on my rebirth again continue next to next for hearing voice of footsteps about which it has insight.
Now summer will come here withÑ  cool and silky breeze,
To wake up  all the flowers, it exhales warm breath with ease.

Written by Aruna Sharma,27.10.2020

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