The first waft of the Autumn breeze
Bringing with it the smell of jasmine.
The evenings suddenly appeared more
Gorgeous and the mornings lonely.
The Summers with its juicy fruits
Before Autumn had sung the prelude
And the Rains brought fresh hope
As the new sapling sprouted underneath
The Banyan tree.
The song rose to its crescendo in Spring
With Winter giving warmth to memories
And then ...
The mornings and the evenings disappeared
And the night seemed unending ...
Frost gathered on the memories
And the mirror broke
Scattering the images!