And its that time of the year again;
Where all the hopes with which it started,
Are coming to an end.
Experienced the spine chilling winds,
Also the warmth of the sun in my veins;
Watched my hopes bloom,
Just like the flowers in spring,
And all the doubts flowing away with every drop of rain.
But Oh! Its that time of the year again;
Where blooming would stop and
The fall would begin!
The Nights would be darker and longer now,
There would be more time for the demons to play;
The songs of summers and rains are ceased now,
Tunes of melancholy are paving their way.
The hopes and dreams are slipping away;
But like the beam of the candle in the winds,
They are trying hard to stay.
But the fall has just begun;
And no matter how bad you want it,
The blooming would end.
They will see the beauty of colorful fallen leaves,
But only the tree would understand the pain.
Oh! Its that time of the year again,
Where all the hopes with which it started,
Are coming to an end!