Seasons
The four seasons; Spring, Summer, Fall, and Winter correspond to our life’s journey too.
Life’s chariot trundles along depicting contribulations
Calamity and chaos come like best friends hand in hand
Pain, suffering, scarcity, poverty, division, divide
Short-lived moments of happiness savored
Elation of desires, dreams, wishes manifested
Richness of one’s heart doesn’t count in currency
Tears are dismissed as weak and uncalled for
Seasons of trials and tribulations are far too many
When objectively viewed they are beyond ridiculous
Adversities knowing no bounds
Actions and resolutions waiting to be found
Wallowing in unnecessary misery with minuscules of joy
From cradle to grave rites of way
Being played out on universal repetition
Different body same shit…..
How will you play it each time?
Filza Chaudhry ©
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Filza Chaudhry
Writer, Poet, Creative Visionary, Humanitarian, Editor of Heart Revolution on Medium.
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