Will You Come Back?

By V. Karthikeya

The winter will show itself,

Summer will also blushes out.

Spring argues with all seasons to come back,

Even fever or cold will turn back.

As it not likes to leave me.

Every fruit will come back to give us strength,

Every flower will take birth,

Again and again to make people smile.

When winter is about to end,

It sends us summer back.

When summer meets end,

Rainy will took up its phase.

But although everything come back,

Sometimes I still feel there’s an empty space.

I know where you were,

In the space of black area.

If I would had a chance,

To wish I would ask for something to come back.

So, that I could plot it from start,

With fresh, inexpressible things.

So, when I ask you; will you come back?

WILL YOU COMEBACK?

The winter will show itself,

Summer will likewise reddens out.

Spring contends with all seasons to return,

Indeed, even fever or cold will turn around.

As it not likes to leave me.

Each organic product will return to invigorate us,

Each bloom will take birth,

Over and over to make individuals grin.

At the point when winter is going to end,

It sends us summer back.

At the point when summer meets end,

Stormy will took up its stage.

Be that as it may, despite the fact that everything returns,

Some of the time I despite everything feel there's an unfilled space.

I know where you were,

In the space of dark territory.

In the event that I would got an opportunity,

To wish I would request something to returns.

In this way, that I could plot it from start,

With new, inexpressible things. Anyway, when I ask you; will you come back?

By V. Karthikeya