What Made Her Change? She Was No Season Poem by Aniruddha Pathak
What Made Her Change? She Was No Season
Her smile looked like a beacon of high grace,
Her golden heart showed up on her warm face
That made me always feel I was at home,
Her goodbye said I am always welcome.
It remained so whenever I went there—
A welcome guest under a warm sunshine—
Whatso in life the weather— dull or fine,
The welcome was conditioned for fair air.
Her smile felt fresher more than day's sunrise
That made me felt like visiting again,
Which, I did just to see her smiling eyes
That gave me no hints of impending strain.
I know, weathers change with a changing sun,
But what made her change? She was no season.
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Sonnets | 01.01.12 |
Topic: love, change
Her smile felt fresher more than day's sunrise That made me felt like visiting again, Which, I did just to see her smiling eyes That gave me no hints of impending strain. I know, weathers change with a changing sun, But what made her change? She was no season.......impressive lines. A brilliant Sonnet on Love and Change is astutely delineated by you dear Pathak sir. I appreciate much. Thanks.
Two poets have quoted the same lines that have drawn their attention. Thank you so much dear KM
A fabulous sonnet sir! My favorite three lines: Her smile felt fresher more than day's sunrise/That made me felt like visiting again/Which, I did just to see her smiling eyes....beautifully penned.....Top Score
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5/12/2024 2:26:41 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A beautiful and well written sonnet. An astute observation on people's behavior. Love to others sometimes changes like season. Still others change their love more than season. A poignant and insightful write.
Love to others sometimes changes like season. Still others change their love more than season.... very good observation, and thanks for liking the sonnet.