Hail the advent of a glorious conqueror
The donner of hope and harbinger of bliss.
For whom all bow in respect
In anticipation for valuable incomparable gifts.
The attendees of the ceremony are excited
They are there, and everywhere;
Nature orchestrates the scene:
Trees are cladded in majestic floral green,
Flowers exhibit colourful smiles,
Tiny flowers bloom out of their closed abodes
In hope of catching some breeze gifts
Or enjoying a considerable sum
Of the waiting bright sun
That decided to tear out the gloomy damp clouds
And replace them with warmth
That is extravagant and stout.
Certainly, the presence of the soil is not missed
It would receive immeasurable heaps of bless
Accompanied with the long expected guests of the
Mighty winds hurrying from the south and the north.
Hail Spring, it has arrived
Its entourage are filling every sight
With mirth and beauty,
Winter along with its cruelty have been forcibly locked
In a dungeon of shocking gloom
Where hawking fear flocks.
Under the dazzling scene, yet, another story is fomenting
It unravels the impressions and substitutes them with facts
Which mere mentioning is intolerably tormenting.
Indeed, blind rationality is more pleasant than the face of reality.
Spring has come, so what!!
Soon it would leave!
And maybe sooner than anyone might believe.
They are just seasons;
Brothers and sisters who are all alike
With identical tools and different application
They are all disguised blisses and plights.
Come, have a close look. Don’t you perceive?
The gifts they bestow never exceed
Being a ruthless plot of division and alienation.
Let’s hail all the seasons
And condemn them all, at the same time;
Their gifts are treason for the intelligence of mankind.
They are a coin with versatile faces
That keep on promising and deluding all races.
Don’t you believe?
Just wait and see what is next and what will become
It is crystal evident that they are all troublesome.
May 5
May 5, 2026 at 5:17 AM UTC
Hail the advent of a glorious conqueror
The donner of hope and harbinger of bliss.
For whom all bow in respect
In anticipation for valuable incomparable gifts.
The attendees of the ceremony are excited
They are there, and everywhere;
Nature orchestrates the scene:
Trees are cladded in majestic floral green,
Flowers exhibit colourful smiles,
Tiny flowers bloom out of their closed abodes
In hope of catching some breeze gifts
Or enjoying a considerable sum
Of the waiting bright sun
That decided to tear out the gloomy damp clouds
And replace them with warmth
That is extravagant and stout.
Certainly, the presence of the soil is not missed
It would receive immeasurable heaps of bless
Accompanied with the long expected guests of the
Mighty winds hurrying from the south and the north.
Hail Spring, it has arrived
Its entourage are filling every sight
With mirth and beauty,
Winter along with its cruelty have been forcibly locked
In a dungeon of shocking gloom
Where hawking fear flocks.
Under the dazzling scene, yet, another story is fomenting
It unravels the impressions and substitutes them with facts
Which mere mentioning is intolerably tormenting.
Indeed, blind rationality is more pleasant than the face of reality.
Spring has come, so what!!
Soon it would leave!
And maybe sooner than anyone might believe.
They are just seasons;
Brothers and sisters who are all alike
With identical tools and different application
They are all disguised blisses and plights.
Come, have a close look. Don’t you perceive?
The gifts they bestow never exceed
Being a ruthless plot of division and alienation.
Let’s hail all the seasons
And condemn them all, at the same time;
Their gifts are treason for the intelligence of mankind.
They are a coin with versatile faces
That keep on promising and deluding all races.
Don’t you believe?
Just wait and see what is next and what will become
It is crystal evident that they are all troublesome.
#depression; #philosophy; #loss_of_hope; #tragedy; #nature
