I have seen seasons change.
With every season I have felt heat, colours, warmth and separation.
Separation.
The cruel winds always took away my green leaves from me.
But every time it took away my leaves,
The dark clouds appeared ferociously to rain love upon me,
To see me grow fresh leaves.
But now that I have grown old,
I stand erect and unaffected.
Now neither the winds can take away my leaves
Nor the clouds can rejuvenate me.
I, the soul have overpowered seasons.
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| Picture clicked by: Kapil Sharwa |
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