O beloved, you are my season.
Now that I have figured this out.
I see all my seasons have gone.

I liked a particular song and wanted to avoid touching the chords of my heart so as not to disturb that song and its tune.

Please don't ask what made my pain. What elements made such feelings?
When our minds are stuck, our hearts get stuck, too.
Tears may be the result here!

I hope the music heals and makes you soft.
I hope you heal and sing your worries away.
I hope you feel your heart singing along with the music and be happy.

Please don't ask me what made my anger.
The water. It is like water. Ready to wash off oneself!

I hope you always heal, especially when you struggle to let go of things.
©shivpoetesspriya