All seasons have come to an end.  
The shining eyes,  
The smiling face,  
The yearning heart looked even happier as the seasons passed.  

Why was this magic fluttering its unique tune all around?  

Was it a blessing that sought to embrace you, sweetening the corners of the heart?  

My sad look, without wanting your gaze in return.  
But your look made me feel as if I had regained tremendous faith in you and in myself.  

That sad look, my sad look, is now an understanding look for me.  
Yes, the seasons have passed, and so have the reasons.  
A smiling face,  
A yearning heart looks even happier.  
©shivpoetesspriya