Moods Poem by prabhakar bhatlekar

All seasons
not yet gone sear,
oblivious.
They keep bringing back
the same blossoms,
bring out new vigor
and thrills to
the reborn tizzy.
Moods keep changing
like changing
party dress to an
ordinary home-wear.
Yesterday's joy
and laughter
still tickle to the
overwhelming emptiness.
All seasons carry
old images, fresh and hot
but moods change
as in the overwhelming
emptiness you dream
for new solace.