Again and Again it Comes
Kumari Devika K. Lyju
When
it was the summer,
I
searched for tree for shade.
But
I found the stooping kins
Searching
for the trickle of water.
The
earth was wrinkled,
Like
the grandmother.
When
the first sweet drop
Fell
on my face
I
was happy that
‘twas
going to blossom.
When
the sweet drops
Kissed
the ground,
The
buds buried under
The
rotten memories came above.
The
wee tits sings from the yew
Whose
searing leaves now full of dew.
The scuttle changeth the spring, made me
whine.
Which
maketh the leaves, weary red.
The
brook turned red, the trees turned bare
With
the falling of leaves.
At
last my friends, the snowmen came
When
the snowflakes started falling.
And then oozed down
When the sun sheen in the sky
Which made me cry for a long.
The
only thing I could do is,
To
let out a sigh
And wait until it come again. 
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