The Seasonal Love Poem by Surya Pratap Singh

One thousand beats more my heart can sustain,
Plenty of me, plenty of you, plenty of our love, perhaps remains,
I lingered by you to be an epitome of love,
But all I have now is a broken heart,
And two eyes with wagon of tears for you pertained

We could have been the ray from the burning sun,
We could have dried to brown like the yellow leaves in autumn,
We could have hibernated in the womb of love,
But my heart for you was just like a burden upon yours shoved,

Tickles time, from nine to nine,
The armchair swings to and fro,
The ticking is all the music I hear,
Sitting in my verandah, watching the falling snow,

We could have been as the snow upon the coniferous,
My love was as fine and thorough as the flakes,
You couldn't comprehend all but the white color,
Frozen rivers, seas, ocean and lakes,

Long gone are winters, the sun has its way to the ground,
Long gone are the flakes of snow from the tress,
Have melted my heart and broken monotony,
Have melted the lakes, the Crimson rose and the mountains around,

I think my love was seasonal,
It sprouted in one, matured in another,
Grew old in one, and froze in another,
Decayed alone and alone smothered

Death is and has always been perpetual,
It came not for me but for my love,
I surrendered to it my love errands,
It gently buried away everything and left me craving for the Graveyard.