Why are you alone?
Do you not long for a lover?

All autumns aren't orange, my friend,
I have embraced solitude, don't take me for a loner,

Influenced by poets you seem,
How do they talk in metaphors?

I am not a savant but I'll try to give you a meagre demonstration,
Suppose you are wounded, someone is applying your medication,
Imagine what a poet would say if he was that someone,

You don't have to say it twice,
Can you carry on with the illustration?

I have brought you some stardust,
Stars shall gulp your misery,
Memories have wrinkled faces,
These scars too will gradually fade into obscurity,

What an embellished description!!
Can you tell me something about seasons?

She fell from the sky,
Landing not rough but gentle,
As wind was her companion,

People called her rain,
She provided relief from the scorching sun,
Yet she was succeeded by the wither of autumn,
But going away she gave a promise to humans,
February will bring you blossoms,

How you weave words but not at random,
Tell me something profound to end our pleasant conversation,

If life is a road for people,
Some roads lead you home,
To your desired ambition,
With no exception of their final destination,
Poets fantasize about eternity in the abandon,
While life gradually rots them away in their concerns..



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