The Echoes of Unspoken Season
– Dhruv Kumar
SY BSc (2023-2027)
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In the garden of the thoughts, where the wildflowers grow unchecked,
One finds tangled in the vines of memories,
Each petal a whisper of what once was,
Each thorn a reminder of what can never be.
The sun used to shine so brightly here,
Illuminating every corner with warmth and trust,
But now the shadows stretch long,
And the chill of autumn has settled in, uninvited.
There was a time when the wind carried laughter,
A melody so pure, it danced among the trees,
But now the air is thick with silence,
And the leaves fall, one by one, to the ground.
I see the birds fly south, seeking the warmth they once knew,
And I wonder if they miss the nest they leave behind,
Or if the call of a new beginning is stronger
Than the comfort of what they’ve always known.
One pretend to be a stone, unyielding, unmoved,
But stones too have cracks where water seeps in,
And in the stillness of the night,
They feel the chill just as deeply as any heart.
The world around tells to bloom elsewhere,
To find a new sun to grow beneath,
But they don’t see the roots that hold ’em here,
Deep beneath the surface, where no light can reach.
So I sit here, under the gray sky,
Listening to the song of the wind as it weaves through the branches,
A song of longing, of love lost and found,
And I wonder if the flowers ever miss the spring.