chandana priyas

The seasons

Love me wisely and clearly 

Don\'t repeat it twice  

You must see it coming nearly  

Without looking for trace 

 

If your mind mends too quickly 

Tell me so, 

If your heart is too friendly, 

Thus, let me in 

 

While all the seasons are likely  

To end soon, 

But I won’t perish with toxic weathers 

I’ll be your only moon.