By The End Of That Season Poem by Dr.Angelo Mathew Panathapuram

By the end of that season, I was sitting by the river side
By that time, it was dusk and I was reminded of events of the past
By my side, there were so many flowers, colours of hope
By my side there were innumerable dreams, words of promise
By my side there were strangers more than friends and
By the thoughts of my self and of my acquaintances, I relate to
By then I knew one reality of life; the reflections you make are
by and large yours and others may not subscribe to, because
by no means they look at these mysteries the way you look at
by now I understand that others have their priorities like yours
because these are seasons of thoughts.....