Treasure Island

Areena Arora

(1/7/96 / Lucknow, presently in Allahabd, India)

Every Season Passing by


Every season passing by
I wondered of the time
when even I would fly
fly to reach the sky.

Every season passing by
winter's chill cold bite
killing it was,
I wondered of the time
when I would also get a chance
to fly
and leave my impression on the sky.

Every season passing by
in summer's dry, hot and creepy winds.
I had nothing to think
except for wondering,
about the time
when even I would fly.

I wondered in summer,
winter, spring
and all seasons, all the time.
I knew somewhere deep inside
somewhere where my faith lied
a time would come
and even I would fly........

Submitted: Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Edited: Thursday, February 18, 2010

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