Lekhny composition -01-Aug-2023lost spring

Adarsh Verma

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Lekhny composition -01-Aug-2023lost spring

LOST SPRING

In the realm of verdant dreams, where blossoms once did sing,

A tale of woe befalls my heart, a song of a lost spring.

When sunlit hues adorned the land, and laughter filled the air,

A haunting ghost now lingers, a flower stripped of care.

Amidst the fragrant gardens, where youth and hope would play,

A sorrow casts its shadow on this disheartened day.

The melody of birdsong, once jubilant and pure,

Now echoes in the silence, a melody unsure.

The sun, once warm and tender, now weeps with dreary tears,

For time has washed away the charm of yesteryears.

The river's once clear laughter, now whispers of regret,

As memories of lost springtime, in hearts, will not forget.

Yet, in the deepest shadows, a glimmer still remains,

A hope that springs eternal, despite the passing pains.

For even in the darkness, a spark can yet ignite,

To find the lost spring's essence, hidden out of sight.

And as the seasons circle, a cycle that repeats,

May lost springs find their way back, and hearts regain their beats.

Let us cherish every moment, embrace each fleeting bloom,

For in the tapestry of life, lost springs can still resume.