Season After Season Poem by Budhashaya Behera
Season After Season
Summer has gone away,
Winter has gone,
Autumn has gone away,
Spring has gone
Monsoon has arrived
But Prevernal has gone,
In past fourteen years,
I am still standing here,
Waiting for you my child Lord,
I have heard your flute,
In every street of Bangalore,
Under the warmth of glass,
Beneath the cream of dream,
I am still thinking,
Season after season is passing,
I have become thinner,
But still I am waiting!
I know you will come one day,
Taking you in a cradle
I will move inside mall,
You are my infant,
You are my toddler,
You will wash your face,
In my affection veil,
I am your old aunt Budhashaya,
Your mother's own sister,
Season after season
Playing your sweet flute,
You come my dear,
I am still waiting for you!
© Budhashaya Behera,19 February 2020. All rights reserved.
The first step of presentation is very motivational in this poem. Season after season flows in a circle. But waiting for Lord does not end. Perfection in motherhood is seen and devotion is completely uplifted. This poem is very Divine in nature and interesting...10
It's another beautiful poem dear madam! I appreciate your clean and clear poetic expression with spiritual vibes! Thanks for sharing...(Poetess Magadha)
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Your devotion strong and your love compelling. Who could deny such a call. I am sure your lord is always there for you. Thank you Budhashaya Behera for your loving poetry.