Seasons Poem by Monita Soni

Seasons



That time of year.
Has come
When dreams
Like yellow leaves,
Or none, or few
Do hang
On our mango tree.

I have memories
Of sticky juice
Running down your cheek
You licked your fingers
And brushed the
Truant strand away
Leaving a smut
On your nose.

And how you laughed when I pulled you
Towards me........

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Monita Soni

Monita Soni

Chandigarh, India
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