Died way too soon
And so long gone
Adolescent love killed
Before being born
Vanished from sight
From thoughts haven’t yet lost
For still those buds sprout
Their among the bushes
Our abode of past
Like always it rained this season
Earthly scent was the same
The sound of breeze
Crackling of dried leaves
Even the transformations of moon
Was steady and same
Nothing has changed
Even the seasons of my life
I laugh; I cry and melt in tears
I am the same
I am still chanting your name…
Seema Aarella
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/secrets-of-silence/
