Monday, 12 August 2013

Every Season has a Reason

I am really sick here,
Hope thou art fine there,
Seasonal cough and cold,
Makes me like an old.
Thine absence in my sickness,
Is really a pain in darkness.
In every season,

Mild ailment is the reason.
However hard the cough and cold is,
Forever I shall rise high.

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