Janus-faced rains, they-
They escort so many memories
Memories of smiles and tears.
Oh! Those erstwhile times of all smiles
Alas! Replaced now with misty eyes
Those long gone souls-
Have left their memories as souvenirs.
Souvenirs- precious, wanting to be held close.
It's these rains who summon these recollections
For its that time of the year, Alas!
Deeply rooted in the earth
Are these withering flowers,
Flowers, hesitating to blossom into fragrances,
Damaged by the stormy winds under gloomy skies,
Wondering if they are ready to turn into pristine smiles
It takes time to learn-
That letting go is not forgetting
Letting go is accepting;
Letting them breathe and exist as memories,
Unlike stranded islands with incomplete stories
1/2
-