Vicious Cycle

By Mitanshi Kumar

i await for spring as soon as the winter ends,

for the white and grey to be taken over by the exquisite colourful mess.

spring flew by just when it started,

summer arrived faster than I wanted.

when the once cold weather gets warm,

in the winters it's all I could ask for,

but then again in the blink of an eye,

the warm rays got replaced with cold drops.

the raindrops felt more like tears from the sky,

as if they felt the way I felt,

and I couldn't help but wonder,

would they enjoy winter like some did?

the crying stopped for a minute,

as i opened my eyes I could see the green it left being turned into something dark,

the efforts of spring were starting to fall.

and then came what I dread,

i wonder why it doesn't go away as fast as the exquisite mess?

but the worst part remains is that,

as an year passes, it seems to go longer than that.

i know a little more and spring awaits,

but this vicious cycle would go on forever,

and I decide to let it win the race.

By Mitanshi Kumar