Dearest Summer;
My dear friend,
Summer from the equator
Your
smile beams with happiness
leaves me
warmth
overjoyed.
Cloud did not
our loving conversation interfered
Wind did not
our amicable words interrupted
yet
limbs of mine
turn freezing numb
hands of mine
keep growing cold.
Ti's of my heart
decided
with an acquaintance;
Winter.
It was then;
A feast for love
dearest Spring has prepared
in desires of excesses
got us acquainted
infected me
with undying
loneliness
locked me
with rigid
sadness.
Thus,
please do not misunderstand;
may our friendship
continue when the season ends.
it's just sadness :'(
19th March 2017: This poem more than 2 years ago was written when I was humiliated by a teacher in a class. I really disliked the fiery lady who did that to me. She was the haughty rich woman and I am the nobody; of course she could say whatever she wants. When I wrote this poem, there was no anger. There was just sadness. I certainly did not expect her to succumb to her illness on the 17th of March 2017. Rest in Peace, my teacher. May the anger, pain, and sufferings of your soul be extinguished.