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.