Every Season Passing By Poem by Areena Arora

Every season passing by
I wondered of the time
when even I would fly
fly to reach the sky.

Every season passing by
winter's chill cold bite
killing it was,
I wondered of the time
when I would also get a chance
to fly
and leave my impression on the sky.

Every season passing by
in summer's dry, hot and creepy winds.
I had nothing to think
except for wondering,
about the time
when even I would fly.

I wondered in summer,
winter, spring
and all seasons, all the time.
I knew somewhere deep inside
somewhere where my faith lied
a time would come
and even I would fly........