The Spring Of Mine

By Kinkinee Sarma

I’m stuck in my winter,

waiting for my spring.

I know the flowers will bloom again,

I know the trees will be green again,

I know the birds will sing again,

I know my spring will come again.

But how much time do I have to wait?

How many pillows do I have to wet?

Snowfalls are teasing me with a cruel smile,

trees are smirking at me without any green.

It’s so painful to bear all these,

I’m so tired of waiting for my spring.

But without any choices I’ve to wait.

Till the flowers bloom again,

Till the birds sing again,

Till the tress become green again,

Till my spring come again.

By Kinkinee Sarma