The bleakness of this dismaying weather;
It makes me heart sick.
This biting wind,
Rakes my swollen face.
I hear rustling of leaves,
The cause of my melancholia.
I see rapid wilting of flowers;
An emblem of my hopelessness.
I desperately wait,
For this season to elapse.
आप पढ़ रहे हैं
Whiskey Lullaby
कविताAnd like the phases of moon, we must go through phases of emptiness to feel full again.✨
