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My courtyard,I m back
I am d summer , I m d rain,
I am d autumn, once again,
See my garden, adorned by spring,
With color of love,what my children did bring.
I can still remember,
all those days,
When he colored my white,
My urge to battle was all he did raise
I became the summer, I was the rain,
I was the autumn of golden grain.
I was a daughter,
Then became wife,now mother,
When I see my courtyard where flowers play,
I forget my winter which turned me gray,
End of d circle ,now it feels so great,
owe my seasons to him,whose color of love was safed.
End of my journey, how I interpreted the whole story of Dhani the widow whose life was suddenly changed, in a backdrop of 5 seasons.This is how life is, a combination of seasons which comes n goes,changes us,sometimes it make us return to where we began.
This post is totally inspired by d last take of Hamlet53,for whom I finished my ishq journey in all ups and downs.
Thanks to queen Elsa for her beautiful siggies, she brought d true flavour of seasons with her creativity.
CID
